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JOE WALSH

(s) friend (s),

First, forgive me the lack of presence which I have remarked on this blog right now, but I had a big worry, is the crash of my hard drive containing all of my articles, photos and music. brief total crap. Fortunately, after a little perseverance, I managed to recover everything, and therefore Electric Buffalo, here we go again!

And to resume here:
"When you listen to Joe Walsh, a thousand images jostle between fast cars, pretty girls lost, vast wilderness and beautiful sandy beaches."

JOE WALSH
: "Look What I Did - The Joe Walsh Anthology" 1995

I'm not used to chronicle anthologies or best-of and other very definitive collection of the Millennium, which serves only wait for the next. I prefer the original albums chronic effect, even if they are not all free from some shortcomings.
But the fact remains that I love it, especially since it combines the best of this guy I really like.
Not that I'm a fan of the Eagles, it is not. I have nothing against them, but their music does not really transcends me, although very well written, performed and pleasant to listen. In fact, in the case of Rock California stamped 75-80, is that contrary to the image of Epinal, which is conveyed, it makes me not want to take the highway through the great outdoors U.S.. The
only gives me the urge, and makes me walk in my dreams (not good, that, at the wheel), it is Joe Walsh. I mean the period from 1969 to 1978, with some incursions in the early '80s, but in small doses. That is to say the best of the James Gang, Barnstorm for, Walsh solo pre-Eagles. After this date, the man tends to dive into music some facilities probably generated by his new playmates and especially the impressive amount of dope and alcohol than the blond mustache will generously put the horn.
recall the facts: Joe Walsh is the founding guitarist of the James Gang, American rock trio showing an incredible ability to mix Blues-Rock and surly some finesse coming out of the rut already Blues Boom English, without falling into the traps the free demo and delirium psyche. Follow my gaze, and you should see Cream and Jimi Hendrix. In fact, American rock and inspired square, beautifully produced by Bill Szymczyk (to my wishes) will define American rock ten years, including that of a certain Eric Clapton in Derek's name in particular. The James Gang
oscillates between rocks snarling and pests, tight riffs and rhythmic sharp and delicate songs made acoustic guitars, Hammond organ and horn arrangements. All carried by an indescribable sense of groove, almost addictive. The two sides are superb, and open a royal road to a rock of absolute class. Moreover, many do not be deceived: Peter Green Fleetwood Mac while still jam with them and take them on tour with him in the U.S., like Clapton. And Pete Townshend of The Who will declare that the James Gang is the best band of its time (it is 1970, remember, and competition is tight).
James Gang releases three superb albums, including " Rides Again "in 1970, their masterpiece (also chronicled in these pages) that includes the monument" The Bomber "terrifying odyssey of a bomber pilot during the Second World War, and" Funk # 49 " true funk-rock genius, and not just a pastiche Negroid. Moreover, "Funk # 48" on the first album heralded as such formidable. "Thirds," published in 1971, reveals a few nuggets Hard-Rock as the brilliant "Walk Away". But there appears delicately beautiful nuggets like "It's All The Same" or "Here We Go."
Then, disagree with these two traveling companions, drummer Jim Fox and bassist Dale Peters and eager to clear this majestic rock to which he tends to the detriment of the rough and bluesy side, Walsh left the Gang. He founded Barnstorm, and offers two beautiful drives in 1972 and 1973, which provide some megaliths musical career, confirming all the good that we thought of him.
Thus, "Meadows", "Rocky Mountain Way", "Turn To Stone" or "Mother Says" concentrates are superb melody, rock, arrangements middlings, and virtuosity discreet but effective, beginning with the talk-box with Walsh uses well before Peter Frampton and chouille before Jeff Beck (there it is counted in weeks).
Still, with Barnstorm, Joe Walsh imposes his style is unique rhythms and riffs, rock, glued on a rather rhythmic soul, but a thumping mid-tempo, and which shines overlays riffs and arpeggios guitars keyboards supported by discrete, and finds more miles are electric music Walsh endless wonderment. There is also this high-pitched, nasal voice only, which does not hurt but beautifully complete this magical world. When you listen
Joe Walsh, a thousand images jostle between fast cars, pretty girls lost large tracts Wild and beautiful sandy beaches. And then there's this permanent melancholy, as if the universe was hiding a thousand wounds.
is particularly true for "County Fair". This title is an absolute gem, a nested arpeggiated guitars, slide delicate, lyrical solos, thick bass and rustling cymbals delicate. It is the soundtrack of the absolute glass you drink a little bitter, along the coast, when this pretty girl sexy and you will have served its buxom estoppel polite but relentless, and you swallow your teeth clenched , the ultimate loser. It is also one of those fantasies that one has for a few minutes, when pretty girl smiles at you, and disappears into the crowd, leaving you with your day without a soul. It is also the miles of highway that is threaded for work, and the music turn into this moment of meditation in which inner intermingle daily worries and desire elsewhere. There are
this particular song on the album "So What" from 1974, which also superb disc "Rocky Mountain Way" or the great "Welcome To The Club.
By cons, what I'd do again by saying is that Walsh is a little funny, and loves to have fun on his records. The first record the James Gang and alternated brilliant titles and classifying small interludes, sketches of students who did eventually laugh Walsh. is also the case on "So What" and more modest, however, which undoubtedly helped to avert this disc the best of all time by the Chronicle of good taste, unless it is listening Repeat the last U2 has caused a selective deafness in some trendy black glasses.
What amazes finally in Walsh's aridity is reflected in his music, and this sense of space immense, paradoxically rich instrumentation and play, making a kind of sonic cathedrals odes to the exhilaration of freedom.
The following will prove far less exciting for my taste, that is to say the post-employment with the Eagles. Man faces huge success, glory, to the dope, and all sorts of excesses of superstars he was ultimately not really prepared despite the great success of the James Gang and his solo records.
Yet, this anthology proves that the man still had something to say, and sets a good selection three discs released between 1978 and 1983. Walsh begins to allow some facilities, including a little reggae here, some synth there. Proof of the confusion in the minds of Joe, he decides to run as a candidate for the U.S. presidential election of 1981. He ridiculed a little bit, unable to do anything other than the clown cocaine.
The quality of his music suffered alongside the horrors of the time or the FM synthesizer melodies. "Life's Been Good" has good moments, but not to one tenth of the height of his predecessors. The result will confirm that this descent into hell synthetic and only a few songs recall how Joe Walsh is a hell of a rocker. Thus, "I Can Play That Rock'N'Roll" from the album "You Bought It You Name It" in 1983 is proof, flash of lucidity before the famine that are artistic "ILBT's" or "Space Age Whizz Kid "Both navrances based synth sound hideous. following titles only confirm the sinking, literally rotting synth melodies and grotesque that will include soundtrack to "Karate Kid, if you know what I mean. The last seven titles will be useful, therefore, vaccines and you will avoid most judiciously not to spend a penny to post record 1983.
It remains the past: great songs, melodies fleshy wonders sonic drunk Rock, freedom, and some form of Blues. Joe Walsh is thus part of my pantheon of great guitarists forgotten or treated as second or third order. He thus shares the spot with Peter Green, Stan Webb, Tony Iommi and Paul Rudolph.
Joe Walsh is still the one who seems to have reached his personal musical quest after six albums, which is my faith already a great page of music.

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