Chris Whitley, a blazing guitarist who almost never soloed, was one of those cryptic singer-songwriters whose next album was just a little different from the last. Here he throws down (presumably in conjunction with blues historian Peter Guralnick who opens and closes this clip) on a Robert Johnson classic. He wails all over the fretboard, his foot steady tappin' and it’s a good thing. This is how I will always remember the late great Chris Whitley: pasty and emaciated with a beat up guitar and a t-shirt he's probably been wearing for a few days. He was all about the music, man. Player.
Chris Whitley -- 'Hellhound on My Trail'
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