The original plan was to go to the gym early for another He-man session with the weights. Unfortunately, when I got there the place was locked up tighter than a drum. I guess gym fall under the “civic” classification when it comes to holidays. Crap sticks!
So now I’m home trying to recoup some sort of workout that I had geared up for. When I was last doing these home sessions on my mat in the basement, I was enjoying working my way through my John Mayall catalog of albums so I guess I’ll pick up where I left off with the ‘Live In Europe‘ album.
I could find very little about this particular album apart from it’s pieced selections from Mayall’s tour through Europe in 1967 with the Mick Taylor era of Bluesbreakers. The album was released the following year in 1968. Oh, and I think that my copy may, or may not, be a copy of the Mexican pressing, which, for the record, I still think would be really cool.
I guess the Mexicans love them some John Mayall like they love them some tasty empanadas.
Whatever it is though, I bought it for $1.00.
How could I go wrong?
Anyway, there is a bit of a story included on the back of the album cover about these recordings but, sadly, I can’t make out Mayall’s script, like, at all. Seriously, the guys penmanship makes my doctor seem like a primary grade-schooler.
Side One is definitely the more ripping of the sides featuring only two tracks ‘The Train‘ (13:20) and ‘Crying Shame‘ (10:52). Both are total barnstormers. There is some interesting banter from John at the beginning of the set which highlights John’s famous, well, shall we say ‘testiness’, when he threatens to call the bouncers on someone in the crowd. Atta boy, John. Let ’em have you cranky bastard.
Side Two is a bit more subdued but in no way less appealing. There’s lots of harmonica from John and some excellent guitar work from Taylor. There’s also some fine saxophone going on as well on ‘Blues In Bb‘ (whomever it is) as there is some nice drums on the last track ‘Soul of a Short Fat Man‘ (again, no idea who it is). He mentions it, but I couldn’t pick it up clearly.
So while I might not know a hell of a lot about this album, it’s a decent listen for 40 minutes worth of push-ups, sit-ups, planks, squats and whatever other functional strength/core bullshit I can conjure up.