I may shock some of you (if there's any reading my badly written english comments), but among the dead-at-27 in Music, Alan Wilson's death is surely the greatest tragedy for music since contrary to the other ones (the 3 J or the K) he had not been in situation to express all his genius during his short lifespan, constrained in the Canned Heat can and the rather hippie-blues format. But if you put all the songs he wrote and sung (some he did not write I admit) during the 4 years he was with the band he created with the rather invading Bob Hite, there's enough to compile one of the greatest album of all times. This is what I did here. One has been issued some years ago under the name of "Blind Owl" but the cover sleeve was ugly, the song order debatable and two great live songs missing (moreover there was some instrumental that were unnecessary). So here's my way to do it. It's not perfect, but I think it's more respectful of this shy and introverted artist that was eroded and destroyed by depression. Listening to his lyrics, it's no surprise since most are about sad or depressing feelings, nostalgia or absence of future. I try here to maintain alive the memory of this wonderful singer, harmonicist and composer. Note that there's a picture of John Lee Hooker on the back sleeve but no songs from the Hooker 'n Heat album cos' he doesn't sing on it. Catch it here and, like I do these days, listen to it again and again, particularly on the road of course.
And below a video showing that he still mean something to youth, and that it's a young woman is still a better news, blues being too often a male thing.