I first encountered the tremendously thrilling, cutting-edge music of John Mayall in a small membership in Oxford in 1964. I had by no means heard of Mayall however the entire expertise felt grownup because the band performed on, deep into the night time.
The next yr, I noticed the champion of the blues at his most intense on the Eel Pie Island venue in Twickenham. The group was rocking like loopy: the wood dance flooring was bouncing, as if about to break down.
