He had discovered him in a import bin at some record store and had become a fan, searching through cut-out bins and at record shows for anything he could find. Now just about everybody has heard of Link Wray. It pleases me that Link Wray is finally getting credit for the legendary rock 'n' roll guitarist he is. It's about damn time. Which brings us conveniently enough to the denouement of my story.
Link wears the years well.
His maturity has served to accentuate his lankiness and with hair down to the middle of his back, to look like the Cherokee warrior he is. He looks much more distinguished than the old rockabilly punk I remember from the Glen Echo days. The sneer is still there, in his face and in the way he plays the guitar. It is not really possible to describe what it was like to hear him in that small club in Kalamazoo. He has some live albums out that might give you a taste but there is no way a canned product can communicate the excitement of one of his shows.