My dad took me to a tribute gig for a sax player I've never heard of called Dick Heckstall-Smith at the Astoria this evening. Bascially, I need a regular fix of middle-aged-white-man-blues ("mawmb") or my hands start shaking and I start mumbling "my baby done left me, she done took the car" under my breath at intervals of approximately thirty seconds.
Mick Taylor, who played with John Mayall and also with the Rolling Stones at various points, was worth sitting through the first band for. Said band unfortunately violated my First Law of Bongos ("never have bongos") with impunity, but Taylor's playing was unusually precise despite the fact that he had the same hairstyle as a woman who taught me at primary school when I was 10.
His band was comprised thus:

On drums, Rutger "I am the Lord of Channel 5" Hauer!

On the bass guitar, Mr Jamie "No biopic will ever salvage my credibility because I made 'Booty Call' and that fact can
never be expunged from the annals of history" Foxx!

On the keyboards, Mr Philip "Nobody knows who I am but I was in 'My Hero' with Ardal O'Hanlon...see, nobody knows who I am" Whitchurch!

And...Mr Mick Taylor on the guitar! This image was created for Mick so that he could recall his exact haircut if his battery ran down or he lost his flash card.
Seriously, the profound resemblance of his band members to these people almost caused me to loose my hard-won equilibrium, but then
Gary Moore and Jack Bruce (Deities of Mawmb) basically just plunged their guitars through my mind. They opened with a completely devastating version of
White Room which I won't forget in a hurry and then did lots of other things which I could only attempt to render in music journalist doublespeak and so
won't bother trying to explain. Music journalists, I thus invalidate your purpose.
We left during
Colosseum, whose lead singer looks like this:

If you can imagine this terrifying organism flailing and whinneying whilst each of the musicians around him furiously plays a different blues standard in the wrong time signature then you will understand this particular facet of my evening.
They reminded me of Coil for some reason, but don't get me started on Coil.
Dick Heckstall-Smith used to play in Colosseum, but since he was a man who apparently was famous for playing two saxophones at once (a better thing to be famous for is hard to conceive) I would assume that he did this because it
amused him. Anyway, my mawmb-lust is sated...for the time being.