Henry Rollins can tell a story. Whether humorous or serious, editorial or anecdotal he manages to hold your attention, which is just as well considering he's generally on stage for up to 3 hours.
There is a passion in his delivery which has matured with age so that now the ever-present anger is tempered with more humour than in previous years. Much of that humour is of the self-deprecating kind and Rollins is capable of putting laughter tears in one's eyes when describing some of his "not-so-cool" lifestyle aspects. At other times his stories of travel to various parts of the world (on this occasion Iran, Pakistan and Syria) seem not just "cool" but downright enviable.
For someone who has done and seen so much in his life and who has - through his music, books and performances - given so much of himself back, Rollins could easily come off as having some kind of superiority complex but to the contrary, he has always maintained a down-to-earth air. He has never appeared to develop that self-important demeanour that has befallen so many others and as a result he remains likeable even when espousing an opinion contrary to one's own.
Always a pleasure.
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