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| mac_daddy |
figured there would be interest in this...
be sure to check the whole article out (one of my favorite sites - other than ro, of course). |
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| Lavendar |
WOW! Really nice review. Can't wait for Part III YEAH PS Chris Poland of "OHM" I went to school with its nice to see he kept to his true love! He jammed way back.........
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| Bloozehound |
thanks Mac,
I'm kicking myself for not going, I coulda, I shoulda, but I didn'ta, and I don'ta know whya I didn'ta. |
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| UGot2Rollme |
Thanks for the link - great pictures up there. "Crash" has got to be one of the ugliest strats I've seen though.. |
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| Jumping Jack |
I kinda like Crash3. Sounds great even if the looks don't appeal to you. Do what you must to catch EC this time. I was lucky enough to get JV in Atlanta. |
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| F505 |
Don't tell me it's Billy Preston behind that white piano  |
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| mac_daddy |
quote:
F505 wrote:
Don't tell me it's Billy Preston behind that white piano
i won't tell you then  |
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| gotdablouse |
Was he wearing a wig for the Harrison memorial concert then? Thinking about it, it did look like a wig! |
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| Water Dragon |
"Give me back my wig, honey let your head go bald...I really had no business, honey, buying you a wig at'all."
Hound Dog Taylor
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| parmeda |
Thanks for that link, mac...
Eric, Billy, Robert & his Family were just here this past weekend. I missed out on it  ...I could kick my own butt right now, too.
Here's a review...
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POLISHED CLAPTON STICKS TOO CLOSE TO THE SCRIPT
Chicago SunTimes
July 19, 2004
BY JEFF JOHNSON -Staff Reporter
Lincoln had his Douglas, Ali his Frazier, Nicklaus his Palmer ... but who is Eric Clapton's foil?
At 59, the British guitar god clearly is not interested in surrounding himself with musicians who could push him to greater artistic heights. He's a brilliant bandleader, no doubt, but he needs some external challenge to produce his finest work. And there were no Jack Bruces, John Mayalls, Duane Allmans or Steve Winwoods onstage with him Saturday night at the United Center.
Touring behind "Me and Mr. Johnson," his reverent exploration of the Robert Johnson songbook, Clapton played a tightly scripted greatest-hits show that relegated the Delta blues great's material to a five-tune segment in mid-set. No doubt more than a few among the sold-out audience would have gone home grumbling -- and not come back next tour -- had Clapton skipped "Layla," "Wonderful Tonight," "Badge," "Cocaine" or his other signature tunes in favor of a full evening of Johnson's music. But commercial considerations aside, it might be asking too much of Clapton to spend every night conjuring the spirit of the tortured 1930s bluesman who sang of hellhounds on his trail.
So think of "Me and Mr. Johnson," then, as a quick artistic refresher rather than a total spiritual immersion. Clapton is a man who has stood close to the fire before, with nearly tragic consequences. He's content now, so it seems, and probably doesn't want to upset some delicate balance.
It's a shame, though, that Clapton has no use for bandmates who could stoke his artistic fires. Gone for one is stylish jazz-rock guitarist Andy Fairweather Low, replaced by Texas axman Doyle Bramhall II, who's still a work in progress. Long gone too is Jerry Portnoy, whose harmonica solos could have put the Johnson material over the top.
Still around, miraculously, is Billy Preston, who rejoined the tour a couple of weeks ago after battling serious health problems. Preston's Hammond B-3 work drew an enthusiastic response, although he's hardly robust enough to stand toe-to-toe with Old Slowhand.
The rest of the band, pianist Chris Stainton, drummer Steve Gadd and bassist Nathan East, plus backing singers Sharon White and Michelle John, may be the cream of the crop, but collectively they're no Cream.
Not that there wasn't much to like about the show. Start with "I Shot the Sheriff," a true guilty pleasure for those who crave the sound of E. C.'s guitar. Clapton's new rocked-up arrangement and go-for-broke solo work breathed new life into the Bob Marley song. "They're Red Hot" ("Hot Tamales") was a rollicking acoustic number played not as a novelty but with the urgency that a young Johnson might have given it to get passersby to stop and feed the kitty.
Clapton's utter professionalism was a marvel, although sometimes an annoyance as well. His 110-minute set, which is identical at each tour stop, is so carefully orchestrated that the breaks between songs are shorter than on an album. Set changes and replacement guitars appear as if by magic. The breakneck pacing doesn't provide time to hit the refreshment stand, but it might have pleased Mr. Johnson, supposedly a stickler for precision himself.
For those who like more raw energy in their performers, Robert Randolph and the Family Band served up a thunderous 35-minute opening set. Randolph, who draws psychedelic-era sounds out of his lap-steel guitar, conjured a muse of his own with an instrumental version of Jimi Hendrix's "Voodoo Chile (Slight Return)." A demonstrative showman, Randolph kicked over his stool to punctuate one tune and engaged in a game of musical chairs in which bandmates handed off their instruments during another song.
Randolph was the cherry atop the sundae for Clapton's two encores: "Sunshine of Your Love" and "I Got My Mojo Working." Maybe if Clapton invited him aboard full time ... no, that might start those hellhounds yelping again.
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These last two paragraphs are the REAL reason I could kick myself!
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| Martha |
This guy is lost in the 70's and does NOT know what the fuck he is talking about. Doyle is an excellent guitarist and can absolutely hold his own.
I'm treeing the damn show as soon as it comes in from TMR. I'll let my RO friends be the judge.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....
And what's the big deal about EC going right into the next song? Is he supposed to tap dance? That is how all the bluegrass greats ALWAYS performed. No talking....just shut up and play was their attitude. That is considered professional behavior btw in many circles.
Billy was awesome too. Again, it is not 1970. He did not recreate the cock-dance with EC. Nor should he.
What an asshole..this reviewer guy pisses me OFF! Get bent dude.
Joey, do NOT let this guy sway your decision for Thursday night. He's waaaaaay wrong.
I'm still working on my EC review. I have company in the home right now and cannot get to it, yet. But I will.
Brooking NO bullshit since 2002,
Martha |
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| scratched |
Joey, do NOT let this guy touch your monkey on Thursday night. He's waaaaaay wrong. |
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| parmeda |
Martha...music critics in this town wouldn't know a good performance if it showed up at their front door for a private showing.
I don't believe 90% of what they write... |
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| Martha |
Pammy, I believe you. What a putz. |
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| Joey |
" They're Red Hot" ("Hot Tamales") was a rollicking acoustic number played not as a novelty but with the urgency that a young Johnson might have given it to get passersby to stop and feed the kitty. "
Heeeeeerrre .... Kitty ! Kitty ! Kitty !!!!!
Heeeeeeeeeeeerrrrre ... Kitty ! Kitty ! Kitty !!!!!
Kid Joe !
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