it was great for the first half, with him alone playing beautifully, real testament to his timeless songs and his superb readings of traditional songs. BUT - for the second half he brought on his "friend", johnny "guitar" hodge, who looked like crocodile dundee meets david bowie's grandma in the house of keith richards, and who insisted on playing pentatonic scales over every single moment of the second half. has anyone else found themselves confounded by this sort of incident? does anyone actually feel his soulless noodling adds anything whatsoever? he must be a really nice guy who bert can't say no to or something...