The great rock'n'roll records - "Pet Sounds" The Beach Boys, "Revolver" by the Beatles, the only Blind Faith, "Transformer" by Lou Reed, "Born To Run "Springsteen," London Calling "Clash," The Joshua Tree "U2," Murmur "and" Automatic For The People "by REM and many others - are an amphetamine if you listen to some music forever. Keep you awake and alive, in the hope that such miracles can happen again. Although this is difficult is no longer under the eyes and in all I-Pod. Overflowing, the latter (at least those who belong to my generation), caught by compilation of songs, reprints and the best that classic rock has provided and continues to offer. Part of speech - you say - and it is true, but in recent months in which membership of identity is something howled - it belongs to the ranks of readers of "that" newspaper, he seeks solace in "that" Tg, you look trying to capture "that" detail to confirm the impression to look like in something - the music can not escape the rule: it is a certainty, a marker that indicates the codes of our identity, or what remains in this flood of uncertainty.
A friend of mine "loaned" to live by Eric Clapton and Steve Winwood because I did not open the package arrived from Amazon: I'm on vacation! Through a rapid switch from CD to the laptop, these songs are finished to my surprise my new phone. The surprise has to do with the fact that even if I run this blog with enough ease wherever I may be, is still one that looks suspiciously as articles on new technologies, one that rather than reading the instruction booklet of the new hard disk recorder would pay the same amount invested for the miraculous machine. A short, which makes a smile of approval every time he reads the blog title "I'll be back to vinyl," the neighbor across, networking and music, and Maurizio Pratelli that for years stubbornly rejects requests for purchase of his collection of bootleg to Bruce Springsteen turns 33 while collecting dust ten feet off the floor. You understand the subject, but if you have arrived here, also because they are drawn from the poster-style "psychedelic sixties", are structured enough to read two boomers who have crossed the English rock history with quote blues in America.
"Live From Madison Square Garden, New York harbor in a project with all the features of the" cash-in "(" do case ": it went to the many-Who reunion tour, is the daily bread - and that bread! - when they go around the Stones, Springsteen is taking say that every time he comes flapping wings of the E Street Band) is an appalling record of cohesion, so beautiful in its classic rock shoot out to embarrass any jam band that casts today boxes and any training that try to achieve that balance between expressiveness and power of blues-rock repertoire that only the Allman Brothers can still afford. With similar expertise you can also get to play even if there is called Clapton and Winwood (but you try it, then we'll talk about, even counting that it is slowhands, the Stratocaster guitar on the Hammond B3 organ), but it seems really impossible , today, bringing together so many good songs to do a concert of original songs. Yeah, because a large part of the tribute to Jimi Hendrix (3 pieces, and how can we forget that even in "Voodoo Chile" was the original Winwood organ) is rewritten here a forty-year history that is almost all of the protagonists of this precious live. A story from John Mayall's Bluesbreakers and the Spencer Davis Group, through then Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos and Traffic is marked Clapton or Winwood. Hard to find two musicians who have scored so many experiences together basic in the history of rock and soloists have reached the same heights of popularity touched by disks as "Slowhand" (Clapton) and "Arc Of A Diver" (Winwood).
The beauty here is that it is not a case of turn up their nose as you do in the face of such products, and nothing is noted that in two thousand years Clapton has done nothing to unite his forces with those the other (the album with BB King, the fleeting reunion of Cream).
These songs, their amalgam, the pleasure with which everything comes to us, that sense of history that takes you by the throat and then puts you in the carpet, everything makes CD and DVD "Live from Madison Square Garden," a warm refuge Vintage Rock where everything works beautifully (just feel like we're good "Forever Man", which also comes from a blues in Clapton, which softened the pop). Between absolute gems as "Presence Of The Lord", "Glad," "Well Alright", "After Midnight," "Can not Find My Way Home" and "Dear Mr. Fantasy" and other excellent reworkings like "Cocaine" and "Georgia On My Mind" would not have marred a couple of pieces of high-ranking Winwood solo ("While You See A Chance"?), but raised the issue of unnecessary hair and the egg.
Record of the Year should be written a bit daring, 'without hesitation or shame, even if it brings sadness ruled the day when he dies Les Paul, the man who wrote the history of the electric guitar, and Clapton also.
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