Today, I decided to go visit someone that I have loved listening to ever since the first note I heard back in the eighties living here in Dallas. I arrived to the Vaughan estate to find Stevie’s gravesite, a half melted blanket of snow and footprints from prior visitors. The thought of coming to see a persons ‘s grave of which I have never met, or known was very strange. I knew quite a bit about this guy, but he didn’t know anything about me. I almost felt like I was invading his space. I was by myself and just 6 feet away from one of the most soulful and talented guitarist ever. I had taken the strings off my Les Paul guitar, that my dad is currently using these days in Dallas, and left them with Stevie. I don’t know why, because I had been stabbing my way through Texas Flood yesterday, my playing is a joke, but felt it would be a way to leave something, a connection to how he has had an impact on my life. Now that I know where he is, I’m sure I’ll visit again.
Right Brain Retrieve 