I’m going to bring it down a notch; partly because I’m too wrapped up in reporting on other things but not far along enough to expand upon them here, and partly because this week, there’s something else that’s been weighing on my mind.
That something is one Freddie King, the “Texas Cannonball,” the spitfire make-you-want-to-get-toe-up-drunk-and-dance blues guitar player that inspired every single person who’s ever thought about playing the blues (or should have). He died in 1976; and if I got the chance to travel back in time and party with any guitar player, he’d probably be it.
I was reared on this stuff, but as I get older I appreciate it more. And in times of trouble and upset, as this week has seemed to be with all those exams and planning and homework and all the stuff that sucks, Freddie King has been my patron saint of feeling good despite.
Forgive the silly video (although part of me really likes the exploding guitars), but this is the song I haven’t been able to forget this week. It’s off Freddie’s 1971 album “Getting Ready,” and I don’t think there’s any way to describe it. This song is a mood; this song is Freddie at his most gargantuan; this song is a beast; this song will mess you up.
I almost don’t want to get it out of my head.
And here’s the other I’ve been enjoying these past few late nights.