This man. He is soul. He is gospel guitar explosion.
Walking in, it was like when Willie hits the stage, or when The Resentments are in their groove. You are floored, and you realize you know nothing about music.
You know nothing.
On that stage, when he sings, you realize what happens when talent bursts and gets its way. You get the feeling that there are no limits to that kind of miracle.
You just have to embrace it because its already embracing you with a firm grip.
I think what a tragedy it would have been if he were behind a desk and hadn't followed through.
I saw him open for Sting in the 90s. He was rockin' even then. He was this oh-my-God-do-you-see-what's-happening-in-front-of-you-explosion discovery.
And, thank God that I can be here to see it because I sure can't explain it.
And, to see him years later, I just had no words. I left the floor with my hand over my heart.
It's centrifuge talent explosion. Who is this man within a man?
He's Stevie Ray. He's Otis. He's Stevie Wonder. He's Ray Charles. He's everything good about blues, guitar, rock-in-roll all in one. And, he's the edge of something new happening right there in front of you.
And, with each note, it's interesting to see that every show must truly be different. He's feeling the notes- -tweaking each song in the moment.
And, the show is just not long enough.
I found myself all-in listening with ears glued to this story hidden inside the guitar strings.
His face moves like Mayer. I had forgotten about that. He's in his own place up there.
I think THIS is what happens when we listen- -when we do what we were created to do.
It takes guts. It takes falling in love with what you do again and again every day.
I heard his story. I heard his love. I heard his passion. It was more than just a show's story.
It was his life. It was his marrow.
I saw him play as this spunky youngster with a dream - -the new kid. And, to see him again. . .Years later after he kept going. He kept as Bob Sr. would say, "Falling in love with his guitar."
And, I am so glad he did.
Walking in, it was like when Willie hits the stage, or when The Resentments are in their groove. You are floored, and you realize you know nothing about music.
You know nothing.
On that stage, when he sings, you realize what happens when talent bursts and gets its way. You get the feeling that there are no limits to that kind of miracle.
You just have to embrace it because its already embracing you with a firm grip.
I think what a tragedy it would have been if he were behind a desk and hadn't followed through.
I saw him open for Sting in the 90s. He was rockin' even then. He was this oh-my-God-do-you-see-what's-happening-in-front-of-you-explosion discovery.And, thank God that I can be here to see it because I sure can't explain it.
And, to see him years later, I just had no words. I left the floor with my hand over my heart.
It's centrifuge talent explosion. Who is this man within a man?
He's Stevie Ray. He's Otis. He's Stevie Wonder. He's Ray Charles. He's everything good about blues, guitar, rock-in-roll all in one. And, he's the edge of something new happening right there in front of you.
And, with each note, it's interesting to see that every show must truly be different. He's feeling the notes- -tweaking each song in the moment.
And, the show is just not long enough.
I found myself all-in listening with ears glued to this story hidden inside the guitar strings.
His face moves like Mayer. I had forgotten about that. He's in his own place up there.
I think THIS is what happens when we listen- -when we do what we were created to do.
It takes guts. It takes falling in love with what you do again and again every day.
I heard his story. I heard his love. I heard his passion. It was more than just a show's story.
It was his life. It was his marrow.
I saw him play as this spunky youngster with a dream - -the new kid. And, to see him again. . .Years later after he kept going. He kept as Bob Sr. would say, "Falling in love with his guitar."
And, I am so glad he did.
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