Slash, AKA Saul Hudson, borrowed them for his long-awaited homecoming gig.
This was one of those rare musical ‘I was there’ moments.
Those lucky enough to get their greasy mits on a ticket were taken on an epic, three-hour rock odyssey.
I knew we were in for a treat because I spoke to Slash’s uncle Ian Hudson, from Tunstall, before the gig and he told me just how much the former Guns N’ Roses guitarist was looking forward to his return to the city where he spent the first six years of his life.
As the queue snaked around the Victoria Hall before the doors opened I sneaked in during the soundcheck and had the pleasure of watching Slash’s band warm up.
That’s when I came over all ‘We’re not worthy’ – à la Garth from Wayne’s World.
I stood up in the circle next to an amplifier, my ears bleeding and gazed down upon a rock legend not 30 feet away.
Now I’ve seen some decent guitarists in my time – Eddie van Halen in his pomp springs to mind, or Joe Perry from Aerosmith and, of course, my beloved Richie Sambora of Bon Jovi.
But I’ve experienced nothing which quite compares to the visceral thrill of watching Slash play his signature Gibson Les Paul to within an inch of its life in front of such a partisan crowd.
The audience came from all over: Paris; London, Bristol, Torquay, Portsmouth, Ayrshire and even Japan for a gig that sold out in two hours. But mostly they came from North Staffordshire to welcome home a bloke who left this city as wild child Saul Hudson and returned as rock royalty.
Slash doesn’t tend to say much. Not much that is printable, anyway.
However, he informed the crowd (to much whooping and hollering) that he had chosen Stoke-on-Trent to shoot the first tour DVD he’d made on his own.
He also said he’d been wanting to do this gig for ‘more years than he cared to remember’ and that it was special to be back, adding: “Needless to say it’s chuffin’ cool.”
OK. He didn’t say chuffin’.
When the bands you have been in have sold 120 million records and packed out stadiums across the globe, playing the Vicki Hall up Hanley on a Sunday night could be considered small beer.
However, Slash and his band worked their backsides off last night for the 1,500 people who turned this grand old venue into a cauldron. It’s hard to take your eyes off Slash and his jaw-dropping mastery of the strings.
But, in truth, one of the most memorable aspects of this intimate gig was the performance of frontman Myles Kennedy whose vocals were, dare I say, at least as good – if not better – than the deified Axl Rose.
Through it all Slash sweated, swaggered and strummed while his uncle Ian looked on proudly from the balcony above.
Highlights included Starlight – a single which is released today from Slash’s latest album and Slither from his days with Velvet Revolver.
But you could literally feel the building shaken to its foundations when the band played Guns N’ Roses tracks.
We were treated to Rocket Queen, Night Train, Mr Brownstone, Sweet Child O’ Mine and the epic Civil War before Paradise City brought the show to a shuddering climax.
Rock music simply doesn’t get any better than this.