Released in 1976, Jeff Beck's Wired contains some of the best jazz-rock fusion of the period. Wired is generally more muscular, albeit less-unique than its predecessor, Blow by Blow. Joining keyboardist Max Middleton, drummer Richard Bailey, and producer George Martin from the Blow by Blow sessions are drummer Narada Michael Walden, bassist Wilbur Bascomb, and keyboardist Jan Hammer. Beck contributed no original material to Wired, instead relying on the considerable talents of his supporting cast. Perhaps this explains why Wired is not as cohesive as Blow by Blow, seemingly more assembled from component parts. Walden's powerful drumming propels much of Wired, particularly Middleton's explosive opener, "Led Boots," where Beck erupts into a stunning solo of volcanic intensity. Walden also contributes four compositions, including the funk-infused "Come Dancing," which adds an unnamed horn section. While Walden's "Sophie" is overly long and marred by Hammer's arena rock clichés, his "Play With Me" is spirited and Hammer's soloing more melodic.
Essential Building Blocks & Creative Approaches for Soloing You’ve got a grip on a handful of chords, can play a few blues rock rhythm patterns, and you might even know a few tasty licks, but can’t yet pull off an engaging solo. No worries — you’ve done a great job getting here but it's now time for you to push through to the next level with Jeff McErlain’s Beginner Blues Rock Soloing.
Anyone who caught Jeff Beck's set at Eric Clapton's 2007 Crossroads Guitar Festival (or even the two-song DVD excerpt) was probably salivating at the hope that an entire performance with the same band would appear on CD and DVD. This is it, 72 minutes and 16 tracks compiled from a week of shows at the U.K.'s famed Ronnie Scott's, and it's as impressive as any Beck fan would expect. The guitarist's last official U.S.-released live disc was from his 1976 Wired tour (an authorized "bootleg" of his 2006 tour with bassist Pino Palladino is available at gigs and online; others pop up as expensive imports), making the appearance of this music from just over three decades later a long-awaited, much-anticipated event.
Everyone knows that Robert Johnson really didn’t sell his soul to the Prince of Darkness at the crossroads of Highways 61 and 49 in Clarksdale. Silly urban myth. Everyone knows that the devil always hangs close to a river and there’s no river anywhere near those crossroads. It was the crossroads of Highway 8 and Highway 1 in Rosedale where Johnson cashed in his soul for killer blues guitar chops. Ask Son House or check a map. But hold on… before you go rushing down there to do your own deal, Jeff McErlain’s got a much better proposition…