Come On Phil, the Noise
Thirty years ago, Thin Lizzy ruled. Their 'Live and Dangerous' album was number two in the charts - cruelly denied the top position by the Grease' soundtrack. Their tour was intensely successful, and their arrival at the Ulster Hall on June 14 was a proper triumph.
The night before, we'd been to see the Boomtown Rats at the same venue and Phil had strolled on for the encore, looking impeccable in a black Crombie, his Fender Precision bass (aka The Lone Ranger) slung over his shoulder while he bashed out 'Route 66' with Geldof barking in tandem. It was like a changing of the guard and now the city was officially Phil's.
It was the classic era for the band. Scott Gorham and Brian Robertson on guitars, lashing out triplets while splaying their legs and shaking their hair. We even tolerated a drum solo from Brian Downey. Meantime, the band delivered the hits from 'Jailbreak' and 'Johnny The Fox', giving it total energy and seemingly unconcerned that punk rock was making rude noises elsewhere.
So tonight I think I'll play a few tunes from that album. For the sake of sentiment and also because they still sound unbeatable on the radio. A shame that old Philo isn't around to take his dues.