“Everyone has their guitar guy. Hendrix, Page, Clapton.. Mine was Johnny. I could always put on progressive blues experiment, or the self titled album, and get so swept up in the emotion, the expressive moan of his guitar, the nimble finger work, the unmistakable sound of that slide. I can't get through the solo on "Good Morning Little School Girl" or "Be Careful with a Fool" without my eyes swelling up. Not from sadness, but from the awe that a human being is capable of making such a beautiful racket. I am fortunate to have seen him perform several times and even in his later years he could still bring the house down. Rest in Peace Johnny.”
Everyone has their guitar guy. Hendrix, Page, Clapton.. Mine was Johnny. I could always put on progressive blues experiment, or the self titled album, and get so swept up in the emotion, the expressive moan of his guitar, the nimble finger work, the unmistakable sound of that slide. I can't get through the solo on "Good Morning Little School Girl" or "Be Careful with a Fool" without my eyes swelling up. Not from sadness, but from the awe that a human being is capable of making such a beautiful racket. I am fortunate to have seen him perform several times and even in his later years he could still bring the house down. Rest in Peace Johnny.