Monday, December 7, 2009

Goodnight, Jack

One of America's greatest guitar players, Jack Rose, has passed away. I had the great fortune of spending some time with him over the years, drinking whiskey, dodging hippies, getting joyfully cranky and crankily joyful too--and, best of all, to hear and see the man play.

A gunslinger of the highest order, his music has just slayed and inspired so many, and--the legacy is out there for all takers to bend an ear around--will continue to do so.

Best wishes most of all to his wife, and also to the network of family and friends.

It's strange and sad when the young and the godlike-talented get called up by the Dark Magnet, but I guess now Jack will have to kick God's ass in Heaven.

R.I.P., Jack. Go get Him.

Joseph Mattson