We saw Stevie Winwood last evening, opening for Tom Petty, a sublime show.
I had to explain who Winwood was to my 20 year old twin sons, which involved playing lots of Spencer Davis, Blind Faith and Traffic.
What a build-up- I was afraid he'd be a relic, and my friend Gaye, who'd visited him in England with a friend, said he was quite the proper country gentlemen.
And Stevie tore it up; my boys were transfixed. His voice was as keening and supple as ever; his guitar and keyboard work complex, layered, heart-stopping.
Bring me a Higher Love.