Then in 1984, I enrolled at the University of Tennessee; record stores all over the place. (Yes, those 12 inch vinyl discs that are now being rediscovered by my kids.) Used records, new records, lots of clubs with live music, a subscription to Rolling Stone: I was living the college music scene, taking it all in. Then I read a brief article in Rolling Stone about an up and coming guitar slinger from Texas: Stevie Ray Vaughan. Cool. Had to check this guy out. I love good guitar players. The louder the better at that time. A jaunt down to Cat's Records on Cumberland Avenue (The Strip to all familiar with the University of Tennessee.) Ask if they have any of this new guy, Stevie Vaughan or whatever his name is. Yes, they have his new album "Texas Flood" - bought it, took it back to the apartment to give it a listen.
Bam! Wow! Holy ____!
The first sound of Stevie Ray Vaughan's "Love Struck Baby" blasted off from the needle of my turntable through my rather large speakers to send a sound shock wave through my body. Stunned. Mouth agape. An epiphany. This was it! This, THIS beautiful powerful passionate surging music that filled my ears, head, body and Soul with bliss and fulfillment - THIS was IT! I listened to the next song. Still loving it. The next? Yep. The entire album, played over and over again, for several hours I'm certain. I had found my music and for my young mind it was like sex - I had to have more.
Another trip the next day to Cat's Record store.
"Do y'all have anything else like this?"
Store clerk, "Yes, have you heard of Albert Collins?"
Purchased Albert Collins' monumental Alligator Records release "Ice Pickin'" and was introduced to the world of Blues, a world that was waiting for me to discover, a journey that I am still taking today, discovering new artists and old alike, taking it all in, into my bloodstream and straight to my Soul.
That is how I found the Blues, or the Blues found me.