It's not sportsy or Tickety, but it means something to me. A moment of silence for Beaumont's own Johnny Winter, dead at 70.
Frail in recent years, he was one of my first guitar-hero crushes. When someone put "Johnny Winter And -- Live" on the Dual turntable back in the vinyl days during a post-dinner college bridge game and those blazing, pure lines shot through that Marantz amp and JBL speakers, I was done for. Never heard anything like it. "Mean Town Blues," "Highway 61 Revisited," and his many incendiary versions of "Johnny B. Goode" -- sneer at traditional blues-rock if you must, but that was exciting music when it came out and it still bites. Saw him once in Chicago, slinging that Gibson Firebird, crushing "Jumpin' Jack Flash."
At least once a day since, a phrase from one of his legendary solos from B.B. King's "It's My Own Fault" takes a swim through my head.
Just for me, raise a glass to Johnny sometime today.