Johnny Winter: An Appreciation
Michael Corcoran, the noted Texas music critic, tells a story about Johnny Winter, who died Wednesday. In 1968, Winter was recording for local labels and playing regular gigs at Austin’s Vulcan Gas Company. “Winter and his rhythm section of Uncle John Turner and Tommy Shannon were to open for the Muddy Waters Band for two nights,” Corcoran writes. “Muddy and band drove all day to get to the Vulcan and arrived just as their headlining set was to start.
“They performed a rather perfunctory hour and change set, which meant it was only about 11:15 p.m. so Winter played a set after Muddy, who was in his dressing room and came out to hear that amazing blues guitar playing. Muddy called a friend on the payphone, held it out for a minute of Johnny’s music, and got back on the line. ‘He white!’ Muddy exclaimed. ‘He REALLY white!’”
Johnny Winter and his brother Edgar were both born albino—without pigmentation in their eyes or hair, a condition that caused them medical and social problems throughout their lives. “Most people in Texas didn’t like black people because they were too dark,” Johnny told journalist Ted Drozdowski, “and they didn’t like me because I was too white. I got that even when I was 12 and started playing guitar.” The albino condition exaggerated the gap that has always existed between the African-American originators of the blues and their European-American and English admirers.
Winter’s ability to cross that divide is reason enough to stop and contemplate his passing. He would eventually produce and play on the four best albums of Muddy Waters’ post-Chess Records career. Three of those won Grammy Awards, as did Nothin’ but the Blues, which featured Winter fronting the Waters Band. Waters, who had been so surprised by strange-looking 24-year-old beanpole with the long, straight snowy hair, came to embrace him.
It wasn’t because Winter was a great singer or songwriter—he was neither. “I’m not a good writer,” he told me in 2004. “Rather than force it, I try to rely on my strengths.” Waters liked him because Winter grasped the truth that so many rock ‘n’ roll guitarists who played the blues never understood: It’s not enough to play fast and wild; you’ve got to play in the groove at the same time.
Listen, for example, to the version of B.B. King’s “Be Careful with a Fool” on his first major-label album, 1969’s Johnny Winter. The guitarist produces a gushing geyser of notes, but the phrasing is shaped so the accents fall on the one of each measure in time with the rhythm section of bassist Tommy Shannon, drummer Uncle John Turner and pianist Edgar Winter. The music was working at both ends of the spinal cord: At the same time the solos were blowing your mind, they were also moving your hips. It was that combination that eluded most blues-rock musicians and made Winter special.
The Winter brothers grew up Beaumont, Texas, which boasted a lively country music scene. But when the teenagers heard Muddy Waters’ “She’s 19 Years Old” and Howlin’ Wolf’s “Somebody Walking in My Home” on the radio, they were hooked on the blues. Within a few years they were among the few white people at the Raven, a cavernous nightclub that hosted touring acts such as B.B. King, Albert King and John Lee Hooker.