This is an image I've studied so many times, becoming lost in reverie contemplating the Les Paul, the old fashioned mic stand, the pedals, the purple velvet pants, the animal print platform shoes, what looks like a crochet tank top, the rapt attention on the faces of the kids in the crowd, the adorable hippy girl watching from the side of the stage, the smoky haze of the hall, and the overall ambience of the late 60s/early 70s.
The guitarist in this photo has come to mean more to me than any real person possibly could. He's passed over into being a representation, an image or icon signifying something great and glorious but now lost.
I may or may not return to read the replies.
