Whoosh...two successive nights of the TTB @ the Beacon last weekend def put a lil' dent in this can of beans...mercy! Both shows were beyond exceptional and featured setlists packed with unexpected covers played with exact precision & feel...classic originals that spanned their entire discography, including earlier solo material...and intense Mad Dogs-like chemistry & energy that allowed them to go from runaway train abandon to pin-drop quiet, raw emotion at the mere glance of a guitarist. Detailed reviews to come, for sure...
Other distractions last week included the 4th sad Sunday in a row on the gridiron for my Steelers...(my?)...which was a swift kick of reality to my balls after such an otherwise magical musical weekend. But the super-psyched yang to that salty yin was the highly anticipated start of the 2022 NHL season. The Pens went 2-0 and scored an unbelievable 12 goals in the process...with Sid netting 2 goals and 6 assists to earn him NHL's first-star player of the week.
(...i know...we lost last night...and the 'Lers beat Tom Brady on Sunday...its been a real topsy-turvy 48 hours that i'm still trying to process)
The wife and i have also started the ball rolling this week to finally get a new dog...so my attention and energies have been all over the place these days. Its involved a crazy mix of emotions that bounces from guilt to excitement and from sadness to anticipation at any moment. I still miss Hunter terribly...probably more than i let myself admit...but i don't think that will ever ebb from the shores of my heart. Still, i can't ignore the happy sparks felt at the possibility of what this pursuit will produce at the start of our search.
I'll be back in a day or two to make good on the promise of tales involving Trucks-ian encounters.
Till then...might i recommend some music from another, pretty good guitar player that you might have heard before...James Marshall Hendrix. I know that i'm being a total contrarian on this one...but mark my words...that guy is talented and well-worth yr' time! Seriously though...i feel like my turntable go-to's this year have involved a heavy rotation of either funk/soul groovers or obscure, experimental/instrumental filled playlists...with some recent live GD releases & the TBB 4-LP "I Am The Moon" thrown in for good measure. So when i happened upon the few Hendrix records on my shelf this week that have gone woefully underplayed for far too long...i quickly shined up those plastic biscuits and have been spinning them non-stop on the platter ever since.
1983...goddamn...what an enveloping lysergic symphony of sound that still is to these ears.
I was introduced to the Beatles too early to realize that what i considered to be their playful, cartoonish style was actually a partial...if not entire...by-product of the progression of their drug experimentation and use. But when I dug into Hendrix as a teen, it was impossible to ignore the obvious Owsley influence on his sound, lyrics and over-all vibe. I was also old enough to know what "high" was by then...but had no personal experience with it (yet). However, i sure-as-shit knew that Hendrix was deeply steeped in "highness"...and my immediate immersion into his cannon would become an important catalyst for me to continue searching for similar musicians that also refused to color inside the lines. Like i said in a previous post...musical connections are cool.
...but i digress...the list of things to do today has grown as i've typed this...laters.
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