Isaac Hayes truly was The Man. How cool.
I got in the car this morning to go to work and I didn't want to hear Stiff Little Fingers for the third time in 24 hours, and everything else I had didn't click, so I went with the odd one out in the stack. I always, always believe that when I'm listening to it, I'm probably the only one in the entire world listening to it at that time. I have never brought it up in conversation and had anyone even know it existed, much less that they were familiar with it, but it's one of the coolest records I ever owned. I think I've even written a little bit about it on this site.
Booker T and the MGs, McLemore Avenue.
I got to thinking about guitarists while it was playing, and how everything Steve Cropper did was drenched in soul. I wonder if he can even hit a single note that doesn't sound soulful and southern.
Last night I got to see about ten minutes of some live Elvis from '71 or '72, with that incredible band behind him. James Burton is such a master of the guitar. He always seems so effortless and tasteful, just amazing. One of the clearest examples of what I can't stand about Bruce Springsteen is a moment in that Black and White Night video where Springsteen is playing alongside Burton, and Bruce takes a single-string lead that...he...is...wrenching...out...of...his...guitar...and...all...his..heart...oh...so...hard...to...get...it...out...
Meanwhile, Burton is four-finger picking right behind him, never looking down at the guitar, content to let The Star be out in the front while he does his job and enjoys the playing.
McLemore Avenue. Pick up the new remastered version, you'll be very happy.