In 1978 I was living in Oakleigh in a share house. One of the guys was a heir to the Myer fortune who was well into hippy living and Bob Dylan. His girlfriend was the heaviest walker known to man. The house shook as she walked. The other was a cynic into Van Morrison. I was into punk and had my own entrance on the other side of the house. I was really busy reinventing myself following Year Zero.
One day I got a package in the post. My cousin Neil sent me a cassette he'd recorded as a kind of audio letter. His favourite band the Status Quo were on there but there was a lot of tracks from Thin Lizzy and their Live and Dangerous album. My perceptions of Thin Lizzy disappeared when I heard some of the incredible songs on the tape. Despite my punk devotion I actively seeked out the album just to get a copy of this song.
What I really liked was the descending notes on the guitar as the song begins to rock out after the slow "western" start. I'd drive around in my Datsun Bluebird listening to this song over and over.
A few weeks later I found a copy of the studio album it was on in my record collection. I'd bought at a Brashes sail but never listened to it. But the live versions were just so good. Probably the best live album ever.
I only lasted about 8 months in Oakleigh then we all moved to Wellington street Collingwood.
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