I find myself listening, by chance, to the proper, original The Last Waltz album and...

Wow!

It's really entertaining and solid.

The guest artists are greeted like Olympians and carve out their perfect niche as solo artistes (Muddy Waters especially) within their spotted allots...

But not Claptout.

Oh no, not the great 'I have to grow a beard so you won't notice I have no chin' maestro.

The whole thing comes to a painful, grindfing harlt grinding halt, descending into a 12 minute long masterclass in boogie-woogie-blues-malaise-worthy hackery where Ol' No-Chin beguiles the audience with the fact that he can play half-decent blues guitar.

See, now he's gone now.

The "Band" are back doing "Ophelia" and it's spritely and spirited and fun.

The audience sound really happy.

It's Neil Young!

I like him.

I've got two albums by Eric Clapton.