JOHNNY WINTER
He comes on stage, guitar slung low, all in black — ready to rip off some of the meanest, most aggressive, music imaginable. It’s blues, it’s rock, it hardly matters. The proportions of the man aren’t measured categorically. The past must’ve been intense, it must’ve have seared him .... a freak when that wasn’t stylish, when that was horrifying.
November 1, 1969
JOHNNY WINTER
He comes on stage, guitar slung low, all in black — ready to rip off some of the meanest, most aggressive, music imaginable. It’s blues, it’s rock, it hardly matters. The proportions of the man aren’t measured categorically. The past must’ve been intense, it must’ve have seared him .... a freak when that wasn’t stylish, when that was horrifying. And in the south.
