After Hours
5
By yulec2
Saw Joe Williams once, and remember being struck by the depth of what I was experiencing: the miles in bumpy buses, the smokey rooms, the sea of faces, buzzing speakers, clinking glasses, the back entrance, hot lights, sweaty brows, the gigs-gigs-gigs. It was all on Joe's face, and in his voice. He was there at the beginning, lived it, became it. What George has created here could not have been done by a green musician. It's all here, From the tasty licks with the Mothers, to the present, condensed into a mood tapestry, each track rolling to your ear like the next wave in the set. Feed your soul. You know it's hungry.
