Not too sure why I am writing this post except that I wanted to pen something about Gary Moore, but can’t think what to write that would add anything apart from expressing the sadness I feel for the passing of an iconic guitarist. I tried to learn some of the licks off “Still got the Blues” but failed miserably. The guy was a genius player, an equal to Rory Gallagher and an old dog to the young pup that is Joe Bonamasa.
Rock stars dying young is nothing new. Indeed as a distinct phenomenon it is well covered on the web (see www.av1611.org/rockdead.html for instance). press release websites list . There is even a special club called The 27 Club which eulogises the fact that Cobain, Hendrix, Joplin, Morrison and Brian Jones all died at age 27. Of course all of these were self-induced usually through drug or alcohol misuse. But most rock musicians don’t shuffle off their mortal coils that early.
Maybe it is because I am getting older but I am becoming more aware of rock musicians whom I have seen live in my youth, who are succumbing to the grim reaper in their late 50s and early 60s. Gary Moore, Billy Powell (Lynyrd Skynyrd) and John Martyn are just three that I saw perform in the 70s who have passed in the last couple of years. The incomparable voice that went away when Ronnie James Dio (Rainbow, Black Sabbath and Dio) died last year was yet another. I remember seeing Rainbow at the Liverpool Apollo in 1979, memorable for the fact that Cozy Powell performed the 1812 overture on the drums, the like of which hadn’t been seen since John Bonham’s Moby Dick routine and even in the backrow of the upper circle the power of Dio’s voice was indescribable.
Gerry Rafferty also went recently, though I never saw him. So hopefully I am not a curse or anything. All these went before their time and are truly missed.
RIP Gary – you are no more but you’ll always be Gary Moore