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UNWAY 5 August 2010: It was 7:00pm, and the dudes (bunch of guys from Media Prima) were still drinking at a cafe nearby; not realising that they had missed Amy Search shouting his lungs out. But nevermind. The intention was Mr Hudson. Mr Saul "Slash" Hudson. At 44 he still looks youthful with his curly long hair, muscular hands, tight jeans, Lagen boots, various silvers on the neck and wrists, bloody ciggy in the mouth, Stallone's sunnies, hankerchief tugged in the back butt pocket and the iconic top hat with some belt like decor from some cheap girlie costume jewellery shop. Awesome. Inspirational. This man, a mix of Black daddy and Caucasian mom, is probably like what Kennedy was for Abraham Lincoln, but him for Jimi Hendrix. Hendrix religionised Freakish Blues. Slash made Rock n' Roll Blues immortal.
A truly magnificent guitarist coupled with his best selected musicians for bass, drums, rhythms and vocals just rock the night out with pieces from the legendary band Guns n' Roses, his previous band, also subsequent bands like Velvet Revolver and Slash's Snakepit. Of course as promotion to his debut album under the name Slash, he played songs from the Slash album. What makes it unique with the sound that Slash produces is that melancholic touch that gave blues a feel that not only rocks your head for banging, but pushes your soul to enlightenment; almost like getting high without even smoking a bong. That unique sound, it seems, according to Slash, can only be created from a Gibson Les Paul (or Epiphone Les Paul) that is plugged into a Marshall Amp. Priceless. You gotto get one of those. I did!
God created blues and rock n' roll, and there was Saul "Slash" Hudson immortalising it.....
The dudes that night were probably a bit lost when the band was playing numbers from Velvet, Snakepit and the Debut album, but when the Guns n' Roses tunes were up, we were shouting like no tomorrow. Long forgotten lyrics of Night Train, My Michelle, Paradise City, Rocket Queen and Civil War suddenly came out flowing like rivers of Babylon filling the air with the voices of satisfied middle age hearts (the target market of the so called Otai Sinar FM). The zenith was when that peculiar lick for intro suddenly came out of the Sunburst Les Paul followed by a familiar bass line: The crowd started to sing ".... Ooooo Sweet Child O' Mine......"
Like any rockers on the stage, he threw guitar pecs to the crowd and bloody dude, Shariman, from our group, got one. Bloody lucky man! So of course the whole gang celebrated afterwards with sweet drinks and overcooked western dishes nearby. It was an awesome night. Simply unforgettable.
Thank you to the dudes that made the night an enjoyable one: in the photo from left: Shariman a.k.a Mr Palmer, Iesta Tiptra, MZul TonTon/MHI, Helmy Buncit, myself and Riza 'Konon' Hensem
Special thanks to C-Lan Paul of Fly/Hot/One FM for the tickets.
