I was privileged to see Taylor at Mama Kin in Boston when he toured with Neurotic Outsiders, but didn't know at the time he was so recently relieved of his demons. What I did know is that it was a phenomenal show. Billy Idol was guesting that night. Standing eight feet from the stage, I felt their energies fill the room in a way that is not quite possible in a large arena. It's the closest I'll ever come to the fabled Rum Runner experience.
After the show, my friend and I actually followed some chick named Vicki around for about an hour to see if we could meet the band. We figured we actually had a shot at it, since she was dressed like she knew how to make such things happen.
As you can tell by now, I'm hopelessly sentimental. I don't know what I expected to say, if presented with an opportunity to meet John Taylor. There was too much to communicate with words. So, in the end all I ended up doing was mumbling "Thank you" as I shook his hand.
Thank you again, John, for this truthful and yet still understated book. I recommend it and eagerly await your next musical contribution to the world.
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