Riding With The King-The
Music Of B.B. King
CD Review
By Zack James
Riding With The King, B.B.
King, Eric Clapton
“You never know where
music, the muse of music if that is the right way to say it, if it is not
redundant” Seth Garth said to his old friend Bartlett Webber one night when
they were discussing various musical trends and commitments over a few drinks
at Friday’s in downtown Boston. Seth had just been commenting on the hard fact
that the guys and gals who were holding up the blues traditions of the
quintessentially black musical form were mostly then younger whites who had
gotten their baptisms of fire back in the early 1960s maybe the 1970s when as
part of the British invasion of rock groups (the Beatles and Stones mostly) who
worshiped at the feet of the old bluesmen and as part of the folk revival of
the early 1960s when the young were looking for roots music and hit upon some
old time country blues singers they got hooked on this genre.(That worship at
the feet was no mere expression since as august a group as the Rolling Stones
made their way to Chicago, made their way to legendary blues label Chess
Records, made their way to Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf.)
Seth went on, “You know
with very few exceptions, maybe in the old days guys like Taj Majal and more
recently Keb ‘Mo young blacks were running away from their blues is dues
contributions, except the hip-hop artists who were savoring those blues as
backdrop to their new language experiences.” Bart nodded his head not so much
because he was as knowledgeable as Seth about musical trends, he wasn’t, but
because ever since Seth had turned him on to various non-rock and roll forms of
music such as these blues and folk music he had deferred to him on such
subjects.
That deference to Seth had
not been happenstance since for early in his journalistic career starting with
the American Folk Gazette when he was still in college he had been a music
critic most frequently and profitably before it folded long ago when the ebb
tide of the 1960s faded the prestigious The Eye. Moreover although Bart was a
true aficionado Seth would be the one to lead the way forward musically ever
since the old days back in Riverdale when Seth had been the guy who turned the
crowd they hung around with to that folk music that was coming over the
horizon. He would take the lead here as well ever since both men had attended a
concert at the Garden by Big Bill Bloom, the legendary folksinger from the
1960s. Both men had agreed to walk out of the performance before the encore as
a protest to the hard fact that Big Bill could no longer sing, was practically
talking the lyrics through. That experience got Seth onto the trail of an idea.
He wanted to check out all the singers still standing from back in the day who
were still performing and rate them on the question of whether they still had
“it.” As it turned out some did like David Bromberg and his band who
burned up the joint one night downtown. The late Etta James didn’t, didn’t have
it. And so the quest.
That quest was now centered
more particularly on the fading fast few blues masters still around. That is
where Seth began to see that break in the black blues tradition as two
generations or more removed from Southern country life or hard inner city industrial
madness which had brought a couple of generations north in search of a better
life and the music needed to pick up as well bringing forth the whole electric
blues scene that hummed cities like Chicago and Detroit in the early 1950s.
That brought them to this-B.B. King and Eric Clapton, one of those British
invasion guys were going to perform together at the Garden in a week or so.
At the concert Seth and
Bart had been apprehensive when they saw ancient B.B. and his latest version of
Lucille being escorted to a seat on center stage with Eric Clapton to the side.
Not to worry though the work they did was a great success. Seth mentioned to
Bart though that he was not sure where the new generation would get their blues
fromsince they would never go away just like rock androll once guys like Eric
passed away. This CD was their
work-okay.
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