Oct
a bluesman named Attila
Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »I must admit I went there with one eyebrow raised and a patronizing “let’s see what you’ve got” thought because:
a) I’m not a fan of Elvis impersonators or of the reviving the spirit of the dead movement;
b) I had my ears soaked in BB King, John Lee Hooker, Billie Holiday, Muddy Waters, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Count Basie, Chick Corea, Coleman Hawkins, Erykah Badu, Chet Baker, Johnny Winter, Cassandra Wilson, Dizzy Gillespie, Sidney Bechet… so much that I was a bit incredulous that any further statement / innovation could be made;
c) I was tempted to consider the Concierto de Aranjuez experience – I 1st listened to it played by Pepe Romero (the scholar), then by John Williams (the student playing by the book), Paco de Lucia (he’s the orgasm, I said to myself) and Kazuhito Yamashita (the offspring of Nintendo and the tin-man);
d) I had a feeling that some things don’t travel across borders.
Having said that, AG Weinberger stands up through his music, minus his idea of being a story-teller giving a message to the unaware public, with his best whispered “fuck me baby” voice – “don’t forget to read The Book (n.a. the Bible) and don’t let yourselves be fooled, read the real one, the gnostic, forget about the dogmatic”
Still, I sometimes wonder if living in the US, eating lots of ‘dogs, singing Gospel and crushing a Harley under your 50 ton butt doesn’t turn into a brain washing mixture wrapped in a biscuit with a sexual revolution flavour…