Monday, March 26, 2012

Great Balls of Fire

I spent my weekend off sick; never fails, the first beautiful weekend of Spring I get sick with a hell of a cold. I don’t know if this has something to do with the pollen carousing through the air in search of prime plants to fertilize and mistaking my moist nasal passages for stigma; flowers growing out of my nose, now that would be something to see. Whatever the reason I found myself weakened, therefore spending most my time prone on the couch.

Between catnaps with my cats I spent my time streaming Netflix and perusing youtube.The inane and insane antics of the cast of “The Office” took my mind off my misery for hours on end. In one of my more serious and able to focus modes, I watched a few movies, most notable, Goya’s Ghosts (can never get enough of Javier Bardem, damn you Penelope). At one point during my various youtube excursions I stumbled upon a gem: Jerry Lee Lewis along with Chuck Berry, Keith Richards, and my favorite guitar strummer of them all, Stevie Ray Vaughan; I thought for a moment I died and went to heaven. Watch Stevie in this, he's outplaying everyone of those cats (except for The Killer on the piano).  Even ole Keith is looking at him for direction.
SRV never lived long enough to establish himself within the mainstream of guitar greats. If he had lived a few more years he most assuredly would have become a “big fish in a big pond”. At the time of his death (returning to his hotel in Chicago from a concert with guitar gods Eric Clapton and Buddy Guy in southeast Wisconsin, the helicopter he was riding in crashed against a hill within the Alpine Ski Resort) he stood on the verge of this. Being a humble man he would have most likely shirked this off and just played cause that’s what he was driven to do.

Stevie’s devoted followers consider him #1 within his sphere. I dare say so do many of the guitar greats alive today (Below a clip of Eric Clapton speaking of SRV and than playing Stevies Ain't Going To Give Up On Love at Stevie's memorial concert May 11, 1995). A day never passes for this blues- southern man lovin’ woman that does not include a bit of Stevie. His spirit resides forever within the scorching and riveting chords of his music.

I have inserted Stevie himself doing his take on the song he created just to make this point: truthfully, now Clapton fans, who is "God" when it comes to the guitar?