A 12-year-old kid is at a local Woolworthโs store on Ashland Avenue on the South Side of Chicago. Itโs the early โ70s, and heโs spending his few allowance dollars on cheap โcut-outโ vinyl albums, shelved at the front end of the checkout counter, neatly tiered, four rows high and ten albums deep. That twelve-year-old was…
Blues migrated towards the urban centres, along its way electrifying guitars and gigs, as black musicians fleeing southern racial segregation strived for more economic opportunities and a better life in places like Detroit, Chicago, and New York City.
To fans of the Pat Metheny Group, he was the quiet, long-haired dude behind racks of keyboards. And while Metheny in his striped shirts and unruly mane was always the frontman, fans often added a crucial โandโ to the PMG equation: Pat Metheny and Lyle Mays.ย Mays was a huge part of the PMG sound.…
It all started withโฆ the Beat. That rhythm inside us that keeps us alive, that reminds us… We Are Alive! It races when we’re excited to meet someone new. Its pounding pulse is primal.