Sunday, 25 June 2017
Rory Stories
Mention of Rory Gallagher (see previous post) seems to have sparked off numerous Gallagher-related stories. The affection that people have for this great musician is typified by the wonderful statue (above) that stands in his birthplace of Ballyshannon.
My barber (and blue/rock aficionado) Chris reminded me of the story that Jimi Hendrix is reputed to have referred to Rory as the greatest guitarist in the world. During my haircut, we also discussed the stories surrounding the Rolling Stones' supposed invitation to Rory to replace Mick Taylor.
Chris reckons that Rory's brother and manager, Donal, told him not to join the Stones – on the basis that Rory would end up upstaging Mick Jagger ("and Mick wouldn't like that"). Rory was certainly a greater musician and, arguably, a greater showman, since he could run and duck-walk all over a stage while continuing to play the most amazing guitar.
It appears that Rory did hang out with the Stones and may have contributed some riffs. But he allegedly grew impatient with waiting for some sort of decision from a comatose Keith Richards, and walked out to meet his own tour commitments.
Whether Keith's bad habits would have accelerated Rory's demise or vice versa will never be known.
Friday, 9 June 2017
Drumming With Taste
I’ve been away (at the Rory Gallagher Festival in Ballyshannon, Ireland)... I’m back. I enjoyed three full days and nights of inspiring music, played in tribute to this great musician who died tragically 22 years ago.
The greatest highlight, among many others, was watching again the great drummer John Wilson. I saw him many times in the 1960s playing with Gallagher’s power trio, Taste.
Wilson combined technique with passion in equal measures in a way that few drummers do. And 50 years on, performing with his own power trio, A Taste Of Rory, he is an even stronger player.
I should also mention the phenomenal Pat McManus (now arguably Ireland’s finest guitarist, since the loss of Gallagher and Gary Moore) who played an epic outdoor set to an audience soaked by, but oblivious to, a hard rainstorm.
And the pleasantest surprise was to take refuge in a tiny bar and find a band called Catfish playing Gallagher’s back catalogue with a fire and spirit all the more remarkable since none of these young players looked as if they could have even been born before Gallagher died.
If you love blues/rock (and Guinness) and have never been to the Rory Gallagher Festival... go!
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