This was the first time I had seen B. B. King live. And, for the obvious reason that he might not live that much longer, I doubt whether I will ever see him again. The concert turned out to be one of those that was worth seeing but not worth going to see. I would have liked to hear more music and less reminiscing. The anecdotes were amusing at first, but got a little bit self-indulgent and rambling later on; even the great man himself seemed to be aware of this, as he apologised on more than one occasion for talking too much - but still carried on talking. It was a long concert - three hours in total, and would have been much improved if 45 minutes had been cut out of it. Because when he did play, both guitar playing and singing were great - no real sign of his age or his illness in his voice. And one mustn't forget John Mayall - who I had seen before, once, in 1969! he's aged well, I suppose, but clearly relying on going back to the tunes of his heyday; there was a time when he would never have played "Room to Move" again - "What have you come here for, to hear an old record?" he asks the audience on the "Blues Jazz Fusion" LP (yes, I still have on vinyl!). But his set was tight and a good warm up for B. B. King. Pity King didn't build on it as well as he might have done. But, hell, I hope I can still sound that good when I'm 83