Word in the street was there is this new guitar player from Texas who can really kick ass. You must check him out because he will blow you away. He plays on the new David Bowie album "Lets Dance", but he left the tour because he wasn't paid enough cash. I turned the corner on Broadway onto 13th Street and the line was an avenue long. I was taken back because this was quite a line for a lad without a recording contract. I walked to the front of the line, sat on the first row dead center and waited patiently for the show to begin. As soon as he walked on the stage this man proved he was here on buisness. He did not play just mere chords, but dug deep into the grain of his guitar neck with stinging leads. He showed style by his clothing and a soul from his voice. He would shoot across the stage and play leads that made the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. The club closed and became the Cat Club, the Grand and The System. No other guitar player commanded that stage quite like Stevie. There were other players like Robin Trower, Steve Stevens, Peter Frampton who also played, but Stevie Ray's leads still rung out around the room.