I say trepidation because I'd read Heylin's From the Velvets to the Voidoids some years ago, and found it well-researched but otherwise insufferably pretentious and full of shit.
Anyway, like I said, I just started reading the Heylin bootleg book and I should have guessed it was going to irk me after the opening chapter began with a history of the various original pirated editions of Shakespeare's plays.
But even before that, when I got to page 8 of the intro (let me repeat that: page 8!!!) I found myself reading the following words (which were arranged sequentially, but I won't dignify them by calling them a sentence)...
"The Beatles excepted (and they essentially stank as a live band)..."
...and I immediately thought: Is it too early to start drinking?
Yeah. The Beatles. Lousy live band. Also: Ringo Starr -- worse than Hitler.
Jeebus, what a dope.
Anyway, here are The Fabs live at the Hollywood Bowl, blow-torching their way through "Long Tall Sally" in 1964.
To paraphrase Crow. T. Robot on MST3K: And in conclusion, Clinton Heylin -- bite me.