It was quite a musical weekend in Auckland.
Friday night I saw Ernest Ranglin & Monty Alexander in concert at St.James'Theatre - a fantastic gig marked by consumate musicianship, manifest empathy and frequent delightful touches of humour.
Saturday night on the same stage was George Clinton - didn't go but I hear it was a cracker. However I was present at a small congenial gathering of friends with West Indian connections at which the honoured guest was Mr.Ranglin himself, who came for an hour to autograph CDs, crack jokes, answer questions and shoot the breeze in a soft Old Jamaican lilt. He came across as a wonderfully humble, gentle and sweet man with ever a twinkle in the eye.
He told me that (contrary to my belief) he was never Bob Marley's guitar teacher, but that he was offered the gig and had to decline since at the time he was 'with Jimmy Cliff'.
Man, I touched those fingers. Gotta pik of him & me too.
Magic!
Jim
Friday night I saw Ernest Ranglin & Monty Alexander in concert at St.James'Theatre - a fantastic gig marked by consumate musicianship, manifest empathy and frequent delightful touches of humour.
Saturday night on the same stage was George Clinton - didn't go but I hear it was a cracker. However I was present at a small congenial gathering of friends with West Indian connections at which the honoured guest was Mr.Ranglin himself, who came for an hour to autograph CDs, crack jokes, answer questions and shoot the breeze in a soft Old Jamaican lilt. He came across as a wonderfully humble, gentle and sweet man with ever a twinkle in the eye.
He told me that (contrary to my belief) he was never Bob Marley's guitar teacher, but that he was offered the gig and had to decline since at the time he was 'with Jimmy Cliff'.
Man, I touched those fingers. Gotta pik of him & me too.
Magic!
Jim