Aw, Jeff Healey died. I liked most of his musical phases, and have a funny story.
I saw Jeff once in the biggest bar in a small Ontario town, in his hard-rockin’ See The Light period. It was straight-ahead fast rowdy electric-blues raunch, done well; suitable for drinking beer and getting down, which everybody was.
Now, Jeff was blind, and played sitting down with the guitar face-up on his lap. Late in the evening, he stopped and made a little speech in his distinctive boozy raspy voice along these lines: “Now, those a you who can see mighta noticed that I’ve got the guitar here on my lap so I can get at it real easy with both hands. Those other guitar players hold ’em across their bellies in the most awkward stupid fuckin’ position imaginable. Dunno why they do that.” Hey, it was funny at the time, maybe you had to be there.
Anyhow, some years later Jeff got a radio show on CBC presenting his true musical love, vintage jazz, dating as far back as the twenties. It’s not my favorite music but I thought I’d give him a chance so I tuned in a couple of times. The problem was that he’d had that CBC Voice Regularization Surgery and sound like any other Regularized CBC Voice. I liked the music better than I thought I would, but it didn’t really sound like Jeff.
I’m going to have to pick up one of the records, for the memories.