Early in the year we got married, my eventual wife gave me a ticket to see Stevie Ray Vaughan. It was a birthday present, and we were so poor we could literally afford just one ticket. I cleared it with my boss to have the night off, but at the last minute he made me work anyway. Told me I could show up or take a hike, there were plenty more where I came from. So I sold the ticket to a friend, who raved about the concert. Best he ever saw.
Just four months later, Stevie Ray Vaughan died in a helicopter crash in East Troy, Wisconsin. Now, twenty-one years is a long time to carry a grudge, but for the life of me I can't seem to let go of this one. And I probably never will.
From the Texas Flood album, Vaughan wrote Lenny and Love Struck Baby as tributes to his eventual ex-wife and by all accounts the one true love of his life, Lenora Bailey Vaughan. So here's to true love and to Stevie Ray, the best damn guitar player I never saw.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YIHvK5WN7I
Can't blame you for that one Twayn. This might be my favorite SRV tune.
around the same era, I was planning to go to Mason City with one of my best buddies from Spamtown to see The Who on their "farewell" tour, with The Clash as the opening act. Friends of his (whom I'd never met) were holding the tickets down in Iowegia. So he calls me the day of and sez "I have to work and can't go." Foobar.
I thought you were going to say you had tickets to Buddy Holly in Mason City! (I knew you were older than me but I didn't think you were THAT old!)
that would have been more like Butch's territory.