A little glimpse of the magic for us younger-ish bucks that didn't get the chance to see Ol' Hoss live and in the flesh. The set list a keeper and Waymore's full of all the piss and vinegar. I would've given probably a limb for a chance to hang with him, thank the good Lord for records and a stereo system. He's my first boy's namesake and been a staple in my listenin' life since I can remember, thanks to my Dad. Work humble, stay hard. . .