A story about edgar winter
i sang back-ups for edgar winter at bb king’s in nyc for the moog festival a few years ago. what a sweet, sweet man. he’s humble, very down to earth and accessible and he’s effing brilliant. and still a texan, still has that accent, still very much a southern gentleman. i just adored him.
it was more than refreshing, to meet one of my rock n roll heroes and not be completely disappointed. i hope to shake his brother johnny’s hand one day. God knows that’s the closest i’ll ever get to Muddy Waters.
i have to say, though—being onstage with him in the midst of that rock ‘n roll epic “frankenstein” just about took the top of my head clean off. the intensity was almost tangible.
