rxmoore
TDPRI Member
It was on this day in 1993 that Albert Collins, the Master of the Telecaster, left this Earth way too early at age 61.
One one of my favorite music memories is when I caught his act with an old friend at Rick's American Cafe, right across the street from Michigan State University.It was probably 1991 or 1992. He was an enormously talented guitarist and a great entertainer. He had a style that was as recognizable as any name. He was good.
Years later, my wife and I were at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for the "Play it Loud" exhibition. I glanced around and there was Collins' battered Telecaster, bathed in light in a display case. I got a little chill and a rush of good memories. He was a part of the soundtrack of my life, the good and the bad. Some things stay with you and some fall away, and Albert Collins' blues was one of those things that I held on to.
One one of my favorite music memories is when I caught his act with an old friend at Rick's American Cafe, right across the street from Michigan State University.It was probably 1991 or 1992. He was an enormously talented guitarist and a great entertainer. He had a style that was as recognizable as any name. He was good.
Years later, my wife and I were at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame for the "Play it Loud" exhibition. I glanced around and there was Collins' battered Telecaster, bathed in light in a display case. I got a little chill and a rush of good memories. He was a part of the soundtrack of my life, the good and the bad. Some things stay with you and some fall away, and Albert Collins' blues was one of those things that I held on to.