
When people ask me who my favorite guitar player is, I'll usually name one of three people depending on how I'm feeling that day.
The first name I'll potentially give is Carlos Santana's.
The second is Jeff Beck.
The third is Eddie Hazel.
Those last two elicit a lot of blank stares, the latter especially so.
This is really sad as Eddie is one of the most fantastic musicians to come out of america.
Most people who are passingly familiar with him know him for
Maggot Brain. This makes sense as it's probably his crowning achievement. Unfortunately these same folks can be equally quick to brush him aside as Jimi Hendrix-lite which he most certainly WAS NOT.
Maggot Brain is far from Hazel's ONLY achievement and anyone who picks up Free Your Mind... and Your Ass Will Follow, Maggot Brain, Standing on the Verge of Getting it on, or Games, Dames, and Guitar Thangs will find out that dude could do so much more than just melt your mind all afternoon with the most gut-bucket and foul fuzz-drenched nastiness you've ever heard in your life.
In addition to being able to blow people's eardrums out the side of their face at will, dude could write a mean song and cook up riffs just as well as anyone else.
Unfortunately, he also had some serious drug problems and passed away at 42.
While Eddie wore rather flamboyant and larger than life outfits like the rest of the p-funk boys, his playing also had a... sensitivity about it that I think was just as important as the overtly raunchy qualities that are called to mind when one things about his axe work.
This bad boy is getting colored and done up BIG-TIME tomorrow so be sure to check back!!!