Roger McGuinn: Shepherds Bush Empire, London
Sylvie Simmons, MOJO, August 1997
A BLACK EXECUTIVE chair sits in the middle of an empty stage in a in a puddle of swirling, blobby, cod-psychedelic lights. Its as if theyre holding Mastermind at a village church-hall rave, and your specialist subject is: venerable, revered musicians and whats to be done with them once theyve lost their bands, their touch or their relevance but not their desire to get onstage?
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