I'm a bit pissed, and in a somewhat mixed-up frame of mind for a number of unsurprising reasons. And when I'm this sort of mood only one thing'll do. Blues. Now, normally I'd post some obscure Maxwell St. live recording or something, but today, only one man's guitar will do. Yup, it's Peter Green time again. 'Cos when it comes down to it, no one nails heartsick like Greeny. There are very, very few musicians who can a. beat the Kings (BB, Albert and, king of the Kings, Freddie) at their own game, and b. reduce me to a tearful wreck with two or three notes. So without further ado, here's Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac*.
Yeah, I'm an incurable romantic (in the proper sense of the word), and a fucking sentimental ponce sometimes. What of it? But fuck it, ignore me, just revel in the absolutely pin-sharp beauty of Greeny's leads, and if it's not yr cup of tea, then may I suggest you seek entertainment elsewhere and leave the comments section alone 'cos I am not in the fucking mood for playing nice right now.
Normal service will be resumed in a day or two when I will be posting a huge essay on why 99% of everything is shit. So, no change there then**.
*Stevie Ray Vaughan fans take note. This is how y're supposed to do it.
**Humour. Or is it...?
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That is blue. Wishing you a hovercraft.
ReplyDeleteI would love to listen to these but considering I'm having to chew a piece of tin foil while I browse the web just to maintain a connection...it's out of the question tonight.
ReplyDeleteI could maybe start the process now...maybe they'd be ready to play in the morning.
There's nine heads in the shower but if I took a deep breath it would probably knock me off line.