14.10.14

RORY GALLAGHER - The Battered Old Strat


To the Irish Embassy near Hyde Park Corner where a beat-up 1961 sunburst Fender Stratocaster guitar with rosewood fretboard, worn and frayed like an old but comfortable leather jacket, sits in a glass case beneath the winding staircase in the rather grand reception area. At the top of the stairs the Irish Ambassador Dan Mulhall is at the head of a short receiving line, and in a little while he will tell an assembled gathering how much he loves the music of the man who owned and played that battered old Strat.
              It belonged, of course, to Rory Gallagher who toted it across stages the world over, its dog-eared condition a testament to the amount of use it had. It became almost as famous as Rory himself and when once it was stolen and the word put out that ‘Mr Gallagher would like it back’, the next night someone lobbed it over the fence into Rory’s back garden.
              Rory Gallagher wasn’t lovesick like Eric Clapton, caught in a web of romantic intrigue that inspired his weeping guitar licks; he wasn’t covered in glory, leaping around stages dressed in suits embroidered with the moon and stars like Jimmy Page; and he wasn’t a sonic visionary and famously grumpy like Jeff Beck. He was just Rory, in his check shirt and denim jeans, a down-home working bluesman, a traveller, rough and ready, an anti-star who was never likely to become one, at least not like the trio of Yardbird guitarists in whose path he followed a few years after they made their mark. But he probably played more gigs in his lifetime than all three of them put together.
              Schooled in the early sixties in the Irish Showband scene that he inevitably rejected as being too limiting, he formed the blues rock trio Taste and when I joined MM in 1970 they were being whispered about in the same terms as any of the up-and-coming blues bands, like Free and even Led Zeppelin. Then they split and Rory became his own man, leading trios and quartets of musicians for the remainder of life, which ended in 1995 when complications following a liver transplant – Rory liked a drink – proved insurmountable.
              The gathering at the Embassy was to mark the release of a lavish box set of recordings and a DVD from Rory’s Irish Tour of 1974. Rory made a point of touring Ireland once a year, and was an inspiration to many in a country where rock – at least in the seventies – was something of a rare commodity because of the Troubles. Leading a quartet that included Jerry McAvoy (bass), Rod De’Ath (drums) and Lou Martin (keyboards), he was in the peak of form, tearing through his blues rock workouts, Delta and Chicago style, expressive slide work and self-penned compositions.
              I met Rory a few times back in the seventies. He was immensely modest, shy and retiring off stage, electrifying on, simply a working musician for whom fame and acclaim were unwelcome side-effects of a life spent doing what he loved, playing the blues on that battered but beloved old Strat.

              

4 comments:

Unknown said...

There would be no better way to keep Rory Gallagher's name and spirit alive across the world than by petitioning the relevant Irish Authorities to rename the existing Cork International Airport after Rory Gallagher…!
Petition: http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/Rename-Cork-Airport-after-Rory-Gallagher
Website: http://www.rorygallagherairport.com/

John said...

Rory has no equal. Truly the gold standard of players and people in general. Just the greatest to hit the stage. Period.

Anonymous said...

And not in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame??? For shame!

Anonymous said...

Nice little write up about one truly great Irishman . . . !