The venue is no more than a cinder block bar tucked away in a Greyhound bus station. The legendary Dayton club was packed, as I think the other 199 folks had the same curiosity I did.
Who was this Vaughan fella really? Was he the no name player in one of David Bowie's theatrical approach to music, or was he the lay it down Texas Blues Strat burner behind the song that was starting to get some airplay?
Either way, no one seemed to mind the two and a half hour delay to begin the show.
The house lights went down at 11:30 and the joint was ablaze for two solid hours. The three piece band was rippin' it up like I had never witnessed. All the songs from Texas Flood, a few Hendrix tunes, and a handful of other classic Blues songs I recognized.
SRV lived up to the buzz and then some as it became quickly apparent that he loved what he did, and he loved showing it to the world.
But the frail physique, hauntingly pale face, and the black hat pulled forward to shade his eyes also told another story. I swore then that he was on horse (heroine). As it turns out, I wasn't exactly wrong.
This was the first song that made Stevie his own man. He didn't belong to anyone else. In fact, he had his own band, Double Trouble, comprised of Tommy Shannon on bass and "Whipper" Layton on drums.
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