It’s my birthday today. No, don’t make a fuss, I don’t. Who needs to celebrate one more year closer to the Great Check Out Till in the Sky? What I usually do is indulge in a bout of meditative introspection. Survey my past and reflect on my future. Run the film of internal memories and milestones in my head and ponder the vagaries of fate.
My earliest and most seminal moment was accidentally seeing the Beatles live when I was 11. It blew me away, from then on I was obsessed with music… all types mind, my tastes are nothing if not eclectic. By 15 I was in the front row for Hendrix, so close I could have touched him. I felt the heat from the flames when he torched his Strat. The next year I was shaking the hand of this guy after his gig at Sofia Gardens in Cardiff. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWLAAzOBoBI I didn’t wash my hand for a week in the forlorn hope that some of his magic had rubbed off on me. No such luck I’m afraid. Oh some folks think I’m a decent player, but with my critics hat on and a steady stare at my heart, I know I am not fit to shine BB Kings shoes. We lost one of the all time greats today my friends.And I really do mean that. Without him all those bands in the header would never have been heard of. His playing was truly lyrical, majestic, miraculous. Everybody wanted to play with him, but you had to be the finest of the fine to even keep up. But don’t be sad. He was 89 and still playing. Go listen to his music, there is loads of it, with every superstar playing a supporting role to his truly outstanding talent. Later I will tune up my box and pour a large single Malt and play a little music in memory of a man who really was a King.