I just don't get the appeal of these washed-out blues jams. Blues for people who hate The Blues? Seven songs, over an hour? I skipped through to You Don't Love Me. And they were right – I don't. I gave up completely after about two minutes of that particular track.
This has been a summer of blues and R & B for me. It wasn't planned. The albums served up here of late have taken me in this direction. It's a road I've greatly enjoyed exploring. At Fillimore East is a great find. Of course the guitar solos are bloated. That's what you want from the blues. The tight rhythm section holds it all together. I've become an old man. There's no shame in my musical tastes reflecting this.