Another Greatest Show of All Time. I pull this document out about once a year or so, just to refresh my criminally fading memory. This was recorded by myself on my third or fourth Aiwa stereo lav mic/tape deck, and has since been digitized courtesy Processed at PCJV Studios. Do not expect to be overwhelmed by high fidelity. There’s some fierce surface hiss here and there, the drums and bass are a little thin at points. But please don’t let that deter you. For the guitar of Sonny Sharrock cuts through it all as clear as the voice of YHVH on Day One. If you give this 45 mins of your time, you will have a beatific smile on your face for the rest of the day. You will tell all your friends how fucking amazing this guitarist is. You will experience a new-found sense of peace. This remains one fine and unique testament to a genius guitarist at the peak of his powers.
Sonny was touring in support of "Ask The Ages". I’d only become acquainted with his work a year or so earlier, via Johnny Machine DJing/bartending at the Rainbo (where we lived). We were in a booth. It was early in the day and the place was empty. I was probably high. What the fuck is this shit, I said. Who is this mind-blowing guitarist? Dimi! Mr. Herndon smiled and handed me "Highlife". I went out the next day looking for all the Sharrock wax I could find.
Sonny was touring in support of "Ask The Ages". I’d only become acquainted with his work a year or so earlier, via Johnny Machine DJing/bartending at the Rainbo (where we lived). We were in a booth. It was early in the day and the place was empty. I was probably high. What the fuck is this shit, I said. Who is this mind-blowing guitarist? Dimi! Mr. Herndon smiled and handed me "Highlife". I went out the next day looking for all the Sharrock wax I could find.
When we heard Sonny was going to be in town, we were there hours early. Patient. I remember having a cigarette out front when the band pulled up. And I remember that Mr. Sharrock was one devilishly-intense looking mother. Seriously mischievous.
But, alas. tempest fucking fugit, and all that. The Lounge Ax is no more. Sonny himself died less than a year after playing this date. All I can offer is a few fading memories, and this dusty bit of history...
Per a fantastic remembrance by Margaret Davis: Sonny's music, when heard in person, always left audiences scorched and trembling, excoriated, flabbergasted, stricken, ecstatic, shocked, thrilled, enraptured, flayed, and ennobled. And screaming for more.
Hear
But, alas. tempest fucking fugit, and all that. The Lounge Ax is no more. Sonny himself died less than a year after playing this date. All I can offer is a few fading memories, and this dusty bit of history...
Per a fantastic remembrance by Margaret Davis: Sonny's music, when heard in person, always left audiences scorched and trembling, excoriated, flabbergasted, stricken, ecstatic, shocked, thrilled, enraptured, flayed, and ennobled. And screaming for more.
Hear
2 comments:
doood... thanks for that. anyone got any random Bill Laswell stuff?
hmmm. useta have Buried Secrets by Painkiller, but god knows where that went...we'll comb the archives.
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