Mr. Stevie Ray Vaughan
On this day at 1am 21 years ago, the musical community lost one of it’s finest. We lost a man that made a guitar speak, cry, and reflect his inner emotions and turmoil. We lost, “the new blood to the blues, Mr. Stevie Ray Vaughan.”
Stevie Ray Vaughan played and felt his instrument like no one ever had, and like no one ever will. No song was played the same twice, no solo was replicated, except by the guitar players like myself that try to harness any inkling of what he had inside of him. His playing was that of a stream, running down the side of a mountain. Smooth, beautiful, and with all the perfect mistakes. He was one of the few people that I feel, was put on this earth to play the guitar.
I can’t listen to his version of “The Sky is Cryin” without choking back tears. He made the guitar more than an instrument, he made it his voice, an extension of himself. I have more respect for Stevie Ray, then for any musician out there. Let us not forget Mr. Stevie Ray Vaughan. (October 3, 1954 – August 27, 1990)
Happy Birthday. Thank you.
How often do we hear good music anymore? The answer would be rarely. It is rare, that we hear a group of 3 musicians, that can lyrically and musically express themselves. Today on campus we had a band named Star and Micey, who were capable of doing just that. A group of musicians, that can do what musicians should be able to do, play. There is no image from them, I see a plaid shirt, glasses, and a unruly beard, distributed between the 3 of them. They are playing all the percussion themselves, a bass drum, tambourine, hi hat, and crash cymbal, all played on the floor with pedals. Almost the sound of the Avett Brothers, but with less instrumentation. Musically simple, yet very effective. We aren’t hearing complicated jazz instrumentation, or timing, or odd suspended 11th chords.
The “audience” or lack there of seems, very unresponsive. Unfortunately, the students here don’t recognize music for what it is, we are surrounded with over produced garbage on a daily basis, and sadly, that is what a unexposed audience seems to think is “good”.
Needless to say, I am pumped to hear this and watch it being exposed to IUE students, Star and Micey are no less than excellent.
When we choose safety, we reinforce fear
Hello again to all my friends, together we can play some rock’n roll.
She believes in me, and says some things about me. Things that I cannot even see.
This man is a genius.
Real shit. Tomorrow.