One of the great blues players today. This was the first album I ever bought of his. Had a chance to see him live in Greensboro once. A buddy and I had seen Stevie Ray the year before opening for Huey Lewis and The News. Cray was opening for the current tour and we decided we couldn’t stand another round of Huey. Screaming teenagers had booed Stevie while he played, fools, and we figured it would be more of the same to see Cray.
In listening to Kenny Wayne Shepherd, one can tell just which musician had the most influence on this young blue player. The first time I heard him I knew Stevie Ray Vaughan, who he met at age seven, was somewhere in there. According to the Wikipedia article he’s completely self-taught, learning one note at a time from cassette tapes which he constantly rewound. He’s unable to read music.
Born in 1977, he got his first “guitar” at age three, a cheap plastic item his grandmother got with S & H green stamps. After meeting Vaughan, he got serious. To date, he’s recorded six studio albums and one live set. TROUBLE IS… was the first I picked up by him back in December of 1997. Oh, and he’s married to Mel Gibson’s oldest daughter, Hannah, and they have two sons and a daughter.
Blue on Black was one single you heard a lot on the radio back then.
I’ve blogged about Ted Hawkins before. This time I’m concentrating on his best album. He was a very talented musician who had a difficult life. Born in Mississippi, he spent time in reformatories and prisons, picking up a love of music and a talent for guitar along the way. He was a drifter that spent most of his latter years in Venice Beach, California as an anonymous street performer. An American, he was more known throughout Europe, touring there and filling small venues. He never reached, even there, the superstar level than much less talented performers have before him and since.
THE NEXT HUNDRED YEARS was his third release and his best album. He was just starting to make some headway here in the States. I first saw him on a television story in 1994, I couldn’t tell you which. Maybe Sixty Minutes? All I remember was how impressed I was with this street musician and went looking for his music. I bought the album here on vinyl and probably wore it out. I dubbed a copy on cassette for a friend and got a very nice thank you note for turning his wife and him onto Mr. Hawkins(he in turn passed this man on to his brothers and friends).
It was the last record released during his lifetime. He passed away a few months later on January 1, 1995 at the age of fifty-eight. A number of CDs have popped up over the years since then, live sets, compilation repackaged CDs, and, as usual when an artist records an album, more songs are done than needed and the best are chosen. Inevitably , the record companies will mine those for anything to make a buck.
THE NEXT HUNDRED YEARS should be on every music lover’s shelf. His voice is very distinctive and, dare I say, soulful, playing that acoustic guitar while sitting on his milk crate. There’s a lifetime of hard living in that voice. Here are a few songs from that great album:
The death yesterday of Patrck Swayze set me to thinking of a few things. I had a sister die from cancer seven years back, so my prayers are with his family and friends.
I remember the first time I ever saw him was in an episode of M*A*S*H in which he played a young soldier diagnosed with Leukemia. Ironic. His character was more concerned with his wounded friend and wanted to be there when he regained consciousness so there would be a friend there. The young soldier’s character forced both Hawkeye and Father Mulcahy to reexamine their values.
Among my favorite of his films, along with Red Dawn and To Wang Foo, is Roadhouse that featured a young musician playing in the house band, Jeff Healey, who passed away himself a few years ago. What made him unique, besides his skill with a guitar, was that he was born blind and learned to play much in the manner of the big cumbersome steel guitar, lying flat in his lap while he sat. Though he was known to jump up and jam hunched over, furiously plucking those strings.
I first heard this amazing young man when I bought his album LIE TO ME, recorded when he was just sixteen. And it was his second album. He’s now twenty-eight and it’s scary how good he is with a guitar.
Here’s the title song from that great second album:
His voice sounds much older than his years. I have a lady friend in her early sixties who says he has that world weary, whiskey soaked voice of a man in his fifties. Not so much on the clip here, but some of the other songs on the album.
George Thorogood is another old favorite from my youth. The album pictured in the clip is the first One of his I ever bought. The song, an old Hank Williams, is my favorite from the release.