To hear Michael Hedges play is to be impressed. To see him play is to be dumbfounded. Some folks would say that music can be sufficiently experienced aurally and that the visual perception of the performance is irrelevant.
Li Kao casts a baleful glance at the McCoy v. Hatfield crowd bickering about "Live" and "Studio" versions of recordings.
In the case of Mr. Hedges, I would disagree with this assessment. Give a good listen with just your ears. Follow up with an ear/eye tag team of the performance for a good example of the justification of the existence of the word "gestalt."
Now, having recommended a course of action, I have to admit that unless you live in a Peter F Hamilton universe or are shuffling off your Mortal Coil in the near future, your only timely avenue for this experience is likely to be a video recording. As an extension to Michael Hedge's discography, it should be noted that a video entitled "The Artist's Profile: Michael Hedges" (posthumously produced, as was Torched) is available from the Hedge's Estate nomadland.com website.
Li Kao steeples his hands together, close his eyes and begins a droning litany.
Therein, please find contained: the finest reading of Jabberwocky and best impression of the JubJub bird that this reporter has experienced; thrilling headgear that would do John K proud; and personal revelations regarding Michael's secret Ch'i powers.
It contains some pretty nifty guitar performances as well.