I covet Keith’s battered Telecaster in this video. I worked on the concert shoot in the summer. Helping operator Rob with handheld in the pit meant a pretty good view of the proceedings. That was great, especially as I had just read Keith Richards’ autobiography (surprisingly lucid, amazing insight into the sixties and seventies), and so was high on Stones lore already… DoP Brett Turnbull and I spent a surreal couple of hours trying to get a taxi back east in the rush afterwards, nothing would stop it was like we were invisible. Far out man.