Steve Winwood is a gentleman that bears his years well. For this I am just as tough and demanding with him and not compassionate. Steve Winwood is that in 1965, just 17 years, he composed "Gimme Some Lovin '." For this is a legend.
So Steve Winwood is a legend that should not be treated as a faded legend but as a musician still intact and capable of understanding and will, subject to certain veterans and their peers consumed by that time there (a time of primitive rock and very expensive to those who practice it) can no longer afford.
I saw Winwood, the legend of the Spencer Davis Group, but also of the Traffic and Blind Faith (almost three legends in one man), a few months ago in Istanbul. It was my first time and to this day even before this is my only genius Hammond organ and more. Tour and shared the stage with Eric Clapton, but when you split tour and stage with Eric Clapton for you to be good end up doing the guest. The two alternated in fact his own songs, backed by the band for Clapton, with a ratio of one to four in favor of Mr. Manolenta. Winwood so there was not room for much. I was ready to enjoy an evening of his own, five minutes from my house sale, without going up the Bosphorus this time. I only had to skip the Tiber Course France.
But something did not work completely. Excellent start, the band proper, at least for the pieces performed carefully at the top of the ladder (good Can not Find My Way Home, needless to say, good body and our guitar legend, who is a singer superfine and this is known). Then something unexpected has prevailed, inappropriate, invasive Latin rhythmic texture that made me think at times more to Santana to classic rock. Steps that the band lacked a bass (no seriously), the steps that "John Barleycorn Must Die" was sold only the t-shirt, steps that the grandeur a little 'pop from high-ranking eighties was impractical, steps that consequently, "Arc Of A Diver," "While You See A Chance", "Valerie" and "Roll With It "girls of pop cher no longer even a shadow, but the treatment reserved for the late Cuban vaguely to" Higher Love "what not, because he closed the show really dropping.
would be served another keyboard to fill the gap where a rag horn section (good but a bit 'lost and only the sax player) and a couple of singers would have warmed the scene and some songs.
chills I get yourself to "Dear Mr. Fantasy" (with Charles Massarini a row behind me taking pictures and reviewing the film of his memory) are gone when she got a "Gimme Some Lovin '' a bit far-fetched and lacking in warmth that even an obscure cover band knows him in the Blues Brothers Tuscolano some brewery (located in the southeast district of Rome, for those who do not know).
Add to this that the auditorium designed by Renzo Piano is not the best alcove for an embrace based rock and soul, but the neat and a little 'chilly rooms more suited to symphony orchestras to the Fender and Marshall. Now I sit
"Glad," I dress in white and go to sleep along the corridor as did Mr. Fantasy, that of TV. I do
not to think of an evening that has only worked in half. But I know that tomorrow I will come back to love Steve Winwood - the legend - as I always have, forgetting the thrifty artist met this evening.
(photos by Filippo De Orc)
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