Memory of Gary Moore

I have been a fan of Gary Moore for the better part of four decades, from the time I heard him play with Thin Lizzy. They were in the late '70s the world's most under-rated band, and looking back it is inconceivable that critics so slated them. I followed Gary's career relatively closely, so the news of his death yesterday morning came as an inconceivable shock. Back in 1992 I was at the Crazy Horse in Paris, and a mild, unassuming bespectacled guitarist who had been playing background muzo stood up, took a bow, the spotlight descended on him and he launched into the most ferocious version of Parisienne Walkways you could ever imagine. The definitive high note hung in the Paris air for what seemed like 30 seconds, and when he was finished he took a bow and walked off to the most thunderous applause imaginable.
Farewell, Gary. Big tribute to you on tonight's show.