Anyway . . . . mum was in the kitchen preparing lunch when this very clip came on, she must've heard the words 'Joe Cocker' and guessed the rest upon hearing the tune . . . . she came screaming into the living room yelling 'turn it off, get that thing off now ! I'll have no druggies in this house on my television !!' . . . so the first forty five seconds was all I got to see until about three years later at boarding school.
What did stick with me was the 'nature' of the performance, the passion, the freedom, the total lack of restraint, the complete absence of any pretension . . . . not a thing has changed, this tune, this performance, this bloke, this band . . . . from beginning to end, especially Leon counting back in, still makes the hair on the tip of my penis stand to attention . . . . or something like that.
Everyone on that stage realises they are part of something truly special, a genuine moment in time that will be recounted and recalled forever . . . . just dig the way the singers and players are all looking at Cocker, at each other . . . . they 'knew it' . . . . this was the real deal !!! So, come on and cry me a fucking river !!!!