I used to love his long slow jams when I was younger, and always admired the calm complexity of this controlled auditory suffering. I just grew out of whining songs so the whole genre doesn’t do it anymore, so once the singing starts my brain just goes – ok, she left you, she took the bottle left you the broom. Ok. Shit happens.
Now snap out of it and stop that moaning and crying. She was ugly and was stealing from you while you were sleeping, so better off without her. Enough.
But then he starts softly sowing some notes into a long tormented solo, decorating it with a small slide movement to accentuate an idea, with a fast run through of small peaks just to go down again with a long vibrating bending of each and every string of our soul. When the guitar is the one doing the whining I REALLY don’t mind…
And It is not blues as we know it. It is definitely not rock or anything in that family. it's Johnny winter. It's what Stevie ray wanted to be.