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Wither Ritchie?
Feb. 25th, 2008 01:54 pmPoor Mad Jeremy is coming around for tea.
Correction: I finished writing that sentence just before 2pm and the doorbell rang.
Gods PMJ is looking his age and then some. He's lost many of his teeth, and years of institutionalisation have left him hugely overweight and unfit.
He hasn't been playing much guitar, but I think I managed to re-enthuse him with the joys of shredding. We had a long discussion on the merits and defects of Ritchie Blackmore and both came to the conclusion that he is the most overlooked player of the 'Golden Age'.
Poor Ritchie: he went mad, then invented a rock music that did not have enough Africa in it. But when he was good ('70-'73) he was obviously the tallest poppy in the field. In fact we were debating whether or not, during that period, he could have slotted into Miles' band line-up. Because the Blackmore of that period was a wittier guitarist than McLaughlin, and with a similar level of blinding technique.
Bit of a shame he became po-faced about it all.
There's no point in basing your life on a sense of humour failure.
Ritchie, where are you now?
Drove Poor Mad Jeremy back to his sheltered accommodation. Will see him later during the week, and put more tea in front of him, and try to stop him dribbling too much on my number two Strat.
Correction: I finished writing that sentence just before 2pm and the doorbell rang.
Gods PMJ is looking his age and then some. He's lost many of his teeth, and years of institutionalisation have left him hugely overweight and unfit.
He hasn't been playing much guitar, but I think I managed to re-enthuse him with the joys of shredding. We had a long discussion on the merits and defects of Ritchie Blackmore and both came to the conclusion that he is the most overlooked player of the 'Golden Age'.
Poor Ritchie: he went mad, then invented a rock music that did not have enough Africa in it. But when he was good ('70-'73) he was obviously the tallest poppy in the field. In fact we were debating whether or not, during that period, he could have slotted into Miles' band line-up. Because the Blackmore of that period was a wittier guitarist than McLaughlin, and with a similar level of blinding technique.
Bit of a shame he became po-faced about it all.
There's no point in basing your life on a sense of humour failure.
Ritchie, where are you now?
Drove Poor Mad Jeremy back to his sheltered accommodation. Will see him later during the week, and put more tea in front of him, and try to stop him dribbling too much on my number two Strat.
