I met Derek at secondary school in the same class we shared with
Mickey. It didn’t take long before Derek
and I realised we were kindred spirits. With
an ancestral heritage back to the same neck of the Mediterranean woods, we
bonded over a fanatical determination to succeed academically and other interests. In this instance these were soccer (Derek was
an exceptional player), tennis (many a summer’s holiday spent at tournaments at
either Kooyong or Melbourne Park) and music.
Derek’s musical taste has never diversified one bit over the
decades I’ve known him. There has been
no wearing of skinny new wave ties, no dabbling in electronica, not even a spandex
wearing, head banging heavy metal phase.
Rather, Derek has devoted a
lifetime to the most noble and dignified of genres, The Blues, or even more specifically,
the Blues Guitar. Within that sphere, Derek
has moved with the times. Whilst his
love for the classic guitarists - Albert King, Albert Collins, B.B King, Buddy Guy, etc has remained, I’ve seen it
encompass the rise and death of the great Stevie Ray Vaughn and onto a range of present
day gunslingers, notably Derek Trucks and Joe Bonamassa. Derek and his older brother caught a gig by
Bonamassa recently. In fact, one of the
most predictable aspects of my musical life is that if I’m going to a gig by a
visiting blues guitarist, Derek will be somewhere in the audience, usually with
his brother. When we catch up, I don’t
need to ask if he saw, say, Eric Clapton recently. All I have to do is ask “How was Eric?” and
the response will come.
But perhaps that example is too obvious. For Derek, Eric Clapton stands head and
shoulders above all. Do you know a football
or sporting fanatic who waits for the release of the fixture for the next
season before submitting applications for leave for the year? Derek decides which weeks he’ll be available
at his practice based on Clapton’s annual run of shows at the Royal Albert Hall
in London. He’s attended over a few
years, each time taking in multiple gigs.
The same applies this year, should he decide to go. He already has tickets
to three shows. As he treats me, Derek
fills me on the latest Clapton news.
There’s a new album coming, a world tour that he fears will probably
miss Australia and the 2 disc Collector’s Edition of Slowhand has been
released. Naturally he’s already got it
and is very enthusiastic about the live material on the second disc. It also encouraged some experimentation on
his part. He went through his Collection, found that with the Slowhand package,
he now has nine versions of After Midnight and decided to play them all in succession. When I seek permission to write about him and
ask if he wants a psedonym for this post, the answer comes immediately. “How about Derek?” I don’t need to ask whether this is a
reference to his favourite Clapton album.
But one thing about
Derek has always intrigued me. How does
someone fix on a musical path so early in life and then maintain it? I finally asked him the question and the
answer is one of the great rock clichés and one that has never applied to
me. It is the influence of an older
brother – the one with whom he still gigs – and his record collection. As I
journey home, I muse over this; how would my
tastes have evolved if I had an older brother with a collection? Would it have been dramatically
different? Would it have removed the
initial basis for determining some of the closest friends I have? I know I haven’t influenced any of my siblings,
or “M” for that matter, very much so decide to let the question remain
unanswered. Life is a lot less
complicated when you just accept your friends (and wife) for just being there
rather than torture yourself about how you might never have met.
On that vaguely blues note, today’s listening was limited to
the album I played whilst writing this post.
Deciding against a Clapton album, I went for one by two of the very best
blues guitarists;
(100) Albert King and Stevie Ray Vaughn – In Session
Derek has probably forgotten but he gave me my copy not so
long after this album was originally released.
(Then again, I’ve forgotten what I gave in return.) This is a recording of a TV performance these
two giants made for a Canadian television program which provides the album title. The set features King’s then band and Vaughn and
contains some real blues classics. Call It Stormy Monday, Blues At Sunrise and
Don’t Lie to Me are the highlights and a great interplay between them is apparent. King apparently claimed not to know about SRV when
the idea for this show was first pitched but he then remembered he was “this
skinny little kid” he played with in Austin 20 years previously. He mustn’t have been that familiar with his
output up to that stage because only one SRV track is included. The version of Pride And Joy here, which King
confusingly refers to as that “rap thing”, is one of the better renditions of this
I’ve heard. If you don’t have a release
by either act, this is as good a place to start as any other.
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