Today is the 62nd birthday of Texas Bluesman extraordinaire John Dawson Winter, III. Johnny Winter to us. I first saw him with Jeff Beck at the Filmore East when I was like 15 or 16. Voice that growled like a wildcat, and the meanest damned finger slide I'd ever witnessed. I was blown away.
He also performed at one of the concerts that I will forever kick myself for missing. Stupid. Just plain stupid.
It's good to know that some things just get better with age, and Johnny's one of them. Catch him if he comes near your town. He is an American treasure.