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Jeff Beck stunned us in the quiet of the night, in our sleepy habits, surprised and sad, in cold blood.
The physique du rôle of an eternal boy, rocker and experimental musician, blues and exquisite on the guitar, had no boundaries, only style and a fairy-tale touch. Immortalized in Antonioni's Blow Up in '66, with Jimmy Page, his friend since childhood, and their Yardbirds, he collaborated with the greatest and created memorable bands, see the trio with Bogert & Appice (a hard blues earthquake of rare vehemence), played with Rod Stewart, Donovan in his Barabajagal up to the recent last with Ozzy.
He always reinvented himself musically, accepted sonic challenges with the very young, launched talents, and he never held back to create music. Each album is of sure value and worth discovering, to connect with his interplanetary vision of notes, Stevie Wonder knows something about it.
Heart & Soul are truly divine gifts brought to Earth, passing through Ronnie's Scott and millions of other stages, thrilling with the passion of a wild thoroughbred. In love with guitars that he collected and engines, his other great hobby.
I saw him maybe 10 years ago at the open-air theater of the Auditorium in Rome, a short summer concert, I was quite close to the stage and enjoyed the show performed in trio and at the time of the encore, I had to shout the song I most wanted him to grant us, the sunny and stunning Beck's Bolero, unfortunately, he performed Nessun dorma, and now you have fallen asleep, goodbye great little AxeMan, we here do not sleep tonight, if we did we would do it badly anyway. 🎸
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