To answer the question how I got there (go grab a cold one, it's long)...
I was at my first day of college at SUNY Plattsburgh in 1990, back at my apartment for lunch between classes and my phone rings... it's my buddy telling me that Stevie died the night prior... I was crushed... I had just seen him on July 13th in Canandaigua, NY (Friday the 13th) open for Joe Cocker. Not many people paying him much attention... he starts Riviera Paradise and walks to the lip of the stage and sits down, legs hanging over into the orchestra pit area. I get out of my seat and go up to the barrier which separated us by about 5'. He looks up at me as he's playing and I'm standing there, trying to be lowkey and security starts heading my way... Stevie looks over at one of them and shakes his head... they turn around... I get to stand there watching my favorite guitarist rip a beautiful tune. 6 weeks later he's dead and I'm bummed hard... I had been lucky enough to have that memory, along with memories from 6 other SRV shows I had seen. To me, SRV meant two things... just an incrediblely naturally talented guitarist, and someone who was the genuine article, not a pieced together corporate package.
So a year goes by, and as Thanksgiving 1991 is approaching, school announces that a band will be playing in December... a friend tells me that I have to go see them, they are awesome and it will be my last chance to catch them for the $7 price tag the ticket cost. So, there I am on 12/4 when the second song ends, Reba, and my jaw is on the floor. It was the first time since my last SRV show that I had "that" feeling again... not sure how to describe it, but you know it when the music hits... you get chills and you really can't believe what you heard and how it made you feel... natural musical high. I was hooked.
Years later, I saw an interview with Trey where he was explaining how he hadn't really ever paid much attention to Stevie until something like the last few months (at that time... maybe 2003ish?) and he had a realization of just how gifted SRV was. To me personally, based on how things had worked out for me, it was a special moment... two of my musical loves had intersected. Music that I love, to me, is very spiritual and that moment was like some type of affirmation for me. Then, after having watched years ago as Stevie went through his addictions, almost ruin his band and life, then to come back on fire... only to watch that same thing repeat itself with Trey... well, I can't really put it into words, it's just something that is very positive and, in some fashion, helps me to stay grounded when it comes to my demons...
And, as McKilla stated... they both just shred... it would have been great to see them share a stage... maybe one day I will be lucky enough to!
Circlelimit... yes, those two DVDs are awesome as well but what you will really see in this one is what you described... Albert being the old blues great having fun with Stevie and, at points looking at him in awe with a big smile as they jam together... just as I did 7/13/1990... and it's a very personal/intimate setting they do it in, it's not a concert... it's more of a musical talk show!
Now you know... the rest of the story %^)