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Rating: What has happened to Terry Brooks? Probably the warm wind still caresses his long curly hair along the Florida coast, as the waves of memories lap at the shore, carving into the folds of memory. Because it's not easy to forget the colors and the breath of free music that runs like a naked body without inhibitions on the beach in perfect symbiosis with the nature around it.
No, it's not easy to forget the charm of a guitar hero like Terry, in love with Hendrix and his guitar, pushing it into territories of wild distortion without fear of appearing redundant and excessive, towards the fantastic utopia of a space rock where heavy, blues, rock expand into a completely free mental form.
In 1973, his "Ruler of the Universe" was an 11-minute lysergic journey through high-speed guitar acrobatics over a rhythm that instead held the slow hypnotic sound of the sea and the voice that followed the gentle and intriguing shapes of the wind. The "space interference" of the six strings devastates the track like the sound of a pinball gone crazy destined for tilt.
The album opener is a great dedication to "Jimi", where the stoner heaviness of the rhythm is like a piece of butter split in two by the wrenching solos of the lead guitar with Terry's fingers exceeding all speed limits until the revocation of his guitarist's license.
That's what we want, Terry: a guitar hero that leaves us exhausted and then picks us up with the dreamy "The Kiss of the Butterfly", a psychedelic litany in two voices before the torrential arrival of the guitar up to the final rondo. Or the sweet soul-sung ballad like "Hey mr Lonely Man", where the ethereal and dreamy yet robust sounds are accompanied by your instrument dipped in acid: irresistible lysergic explosions nourish the unlikely dream of a lament offered to the future.
And with the closing "Lost" you continue to deliver your emotions from a TV series about survivors, dramatically letting the record die on the beach of a deserted island, praying for people to take the train of life because "if they don't learn to live together, they will die alone". Maybe your greatest fear, Terry, is to be alone and forgotten.
I flip through an Italian book titled "Guitar Hero" with portraits of 100 legendary guitarists (according to the author) and check under the letter B: you're not there, Terry.
Clearly, it's easy to forget for the author of the book.
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