Nelson wants to be reinstalled as the beneficiary of Susan Winter’s estate. “The case is about preserving Johnny Winter’s legacy and vindicating and making sure the Nelsons haven’t improperly taken the moneys rightfully owed to the plaintiffs,” said Timothy Diemand, a lawyer for the Susan Winter’s siblings, Bonnie and Christopher Warford. And he'll sing his bass player's songs.At stake is ownership of Winter's music catalogue, proceeds from record and merchandise sales and authority to approve any commercial use of his songs, the value of which is uncertain. Unlike Jake or (especially) Elwood, and also unlike Muddy or Bobby, he doesn't seem to have a sense of humor. On the other hand, Muddy Waters and Bobby Bland cut him. Up against the Blues Brothers soundtrack (a cousin, like it or not), the vocal gifts of this flashy white blues freak turned steadfast white r&b pro come clear-that drawling, high-pitched growl is his alone, and it's bluesier than Jake and Elwood for sure. When he's entertaining, he's derivative when he's original, he sounds shrill. He was lionized as an authentic bluesman when Rolling Stone discovered him in 1968, and that's how he ended up-only a racist would deny his feeling for this music. (Hint: showbiz kids relate to rock-schlock more authentically than albino bluesmen.) C+ I prefer to figure out why Helen Reddy's version of "Raised on Rock" scores two out of a possible three on a credibililty scale of ten while Johnny's gets one. Those who considered Saints and Sinners a masterpiece or hard rock and roll should find this satisfactory. Rock and roll the way Johnny likes it, however, was meant to have a human dimension, and since he has trouble projecting irony or intimacy anyhow, a lot of these die a little when Derringer mixes them into heavy cuts. The average live-sound band is too busy doing promotional tours for its current album to worry about material for the next, but here the songs are lovingly chosen-there's even a good one from the pitiful Richard Supa. Rick Derringer has done the standard live-sound job, in which echo is amplified into unnatural "depth," and theoretically that's fine. I think what puts me off this otherwise searing assertion of rock and roll prowess is the engineering. White blues lives: the best and heaviest track is a Hoodoo Rhythm Devils song. Nastiest: the Delta-styled "Too Much Seconal" and "Ain't Nothing to Me," dedicated to the subversive notion that sometimes the impassivity of country music is a little sadistic. Winter will never be an especially personable singer, but I like what's he's putting out on this monkey-off-my-comeback: two late-Stones covers, plenty of slide, and a good helping of nasty. But except for an intense "Good Morning Little School Girl" it doesn't get any encores. B+Įxcept for the eight-minute "Mean Town Blues," which damn near transforms John Lee Hooker's shuffle into a stumble, this is what every live album ought to be and all too few are: loud, fast, raucous, and to the point. Ex-bluesman Winter represents the South-spacey ex-blues guitar, formless FM songs, exalted vocals (and you thought spacey ex-blues was an insult).
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