When the band suddenly makes you drown in your memories, maybe your whole life passes by. Since you first was excited by Sleeping in my Bed over Marriage Madness to Mists of Time – or any other combination the great genius made you listen to.
Me I had closed my eyes while Carolyn started her own composition where she reflected back and forth the turning winds of love. I was alone because my Kenyan wife is four thousand miles away and since one year the authorities block her visa. So John was thought to by my rescue. And it worked.
I waited for his harp to deliver a very special magic silver bell sign which you all know and it lasted more than ten songs until it undoubtedly appeared. In a deeply immersed solo for which John stepped from behind his piano to the front-stage. So great, it could have melt all of us away. This Saturday night in Cologne.
John had put together an audience directed show. Only one – but that is no complaint – great, great guitar solo by Carolyn Wonderland reached the dreamlike depth of former performances when Buddy Whittington showed the gates to open. His outstanding celestial sound or Rocky Athas’ stunning and running flights were replaced by Carolyn’s guitar work which gave waves of warmth and commitment to the songs of all such great composers, including those of John Mayall himself. Its steadiness and reflected leeway lifted us to something close to eternity.
The Great Gift
The whole life may pass by in following such deep memories when you close your eyes and listen vaguely to the band performing an act of everlasting revitalization in front of you.
Later you recognize what a superior manager also John is – him we have to thank that year after year new facets of the songs and messages reach our ears in true presence. Artist, yes, undoubtfully in high dosage, but equally the one who coordinates all steps at the same time to give us confidence in common progress.
And it are Greg Rzab on bass and Jay Davenport on his enormous and unmistakable drum-kit who deliver the steady heartbeat as a perfect rhythm section of a fast train should do. Choo choo, life goes on, this they say. Don’t stop and never give up.
Maybe we remember the deep warm electro-bass sound of Steve Thompson once or the dreamy drumming of Paul Lagos – it is history. And still it is present in even the funkiest versions of the songs they once created – Greg has his own interpretations of all such.
This is my own idea of power which a life full of blues may preserve and expose in small or large doses when we listen to it. Thank you John Mayall for making this perceivable, you are wonderful.
PS: And in the night my far away wife flashed me and when I called her back she told me that my deep thoughts during the Cologne concert had reached her in Kenya. It takes maybe three or four hours to submit such unintended ideas – the power of blues-life is unavoidable.
It is our love saturated unconscious.