batsbrew
just bend em!@!
bend em like you mean it!
commit!
commit!
and don't bend sharp, like buddy guy does.
(i love that guy)
Buddy Guy is how I got hooked on Miles Davis!
I saw a PBS show in the summer of '65.
The first half hour was Mississippi John Hurt sitting alone on stage with a resonator, playing the delta blues like I knew from Gaslight Square in St. Louis. I'd hop the bus after my parents went to sleep and head down to G.S. and get a slice and a Coke for 25 cents and sit outside and listen to the old river blues until the last bus. I was in heaven.
The second half hour was this 17 year old kid named Buddy Guy, playing (very) high speed electric blues. Never heard anything like it. Love at first listen.
That Christmas, we went to Chicago and stayed with relatives in Elmhurst. Same situation. Adults asleep. I snuck out and took the train into the city to find me some Buddy Guy Chicago blues. Only problem was, it was the 23rd December and cold as s**t and no open windows or doors to hear music. Bummer. I saw one place on the east side of Wells in Old Town that had a line of peeps, so I figured...primo blues!!! Got in line, got in (at 14; not bad
), got a beer (to keep the waitress off my back) and found a place in a back corner.
And then the music started. WTF!!! That weren't no blues. WTF!!!
Well, long story short, it was Miles on trumpet, Tony Williams on drums, Herbie Hancock on keys, Ron Carter on bass and Wayne Shorter on sax. It was the second night (22nd-23rd December 1965) of their date at the Plugged Nickel. And 40 years later, I got all of it in a CD box set.
My mother never understood why I wanted to take up the trumpet. I was supposed to be a classical pianist. Ha ha ha ha ha.
But she got even. Once I was off in the Army, she gave away my MIA '63 Fender J bass and my old brownie Fender amp.
EDIT: And my Farfisa mini.