I had a
Stevie Ray Vaughan phase in my life. There was a one or two year
period in my twenties where I bought all his studio albums, as well
as a handful of bootlegs. The speed, the energy, the passion, the
talent—all fed me like a drug. Putting “Lovestruck Baby” on
the stereo and cranking up the volume as loud as I could stand it put
the hairs on my arm on end, Stevie's actually crackling in the
background. And while I haven’t done that in a while (kids, middle
age, yada yada), when I saw Alan Paul and Andy Aledort’s biography
Texas Flood,
I took a peek. When I saw that it was essentially a string of
excerpts of interviews taken during and after Vaughan’s life, glued
together by Paul and Aledort’s adroit editing, I splashed the cash.
And after turning the last page, with Stevie’s uplifting, dark,
uplifting, dramatic, human story fresh in my mind, I found the book’s
value.
Texas
Flood proves the old adage ‘You
gotta live the blues to sing the blues’ both right and wrong.
Vaughan subject to his own demons, the demons of a rough childhood,
and the demons of fame and fortune, until ultimately killing the
demons, Texas Flood
details the life of a man born to play the guitar through the highest
peaks and lowest valleys of life. The lives of the people around him
told in live stereo, it is their words, as well as Stevie’s own,
which comprise the overwhelming majority of the book. From
bandmates, past and further past, to producers, friends, colleagues,
fellow guitarists, and a number of people from within the industry,
all chime in to comment upon the major milestones and lesser known
details of Vaughan’s career and personal life.