Vectors biography of rory gallagher
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William Rory Gallagher (/ˈrɔːri ˈɡæləhər/ gal-ə-hər; 2 March 1948 – 14 June 1995)[1][2] was an Irish blues-rock multi-instrumentalist, songwriter, and bandleader. Born in Ballyshannon, County Donegal,[3] and raised in Cork, Gallagher recorded solo albums throughout the 1970s and 1980s, after forming the band Taste during the late 1960s. He was a talented guitarist known for his charismatic performances and dedication to his craft. Gallagher's albums have sold in excess of 30 million copies worldwide.[4][5] Gallagher received a liver transplant in 1995, but died of complications later that year in London, UK at the age of 47.[6]
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Gallagher was born in Ballyshannon, County Donegal; his father, Daniel, was employed by the Irish Electricity Supply Board, who were constructing a hydro-electric power plant on the Er
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I can still remember walking into my friend’s dorm room in college. Babla Cariappa was into obscure music like Uriah Heap and early Genesis. He was also spinning the first solo album by Rory Gallagher. It was 1971. I became an instant fan of Rory’s tremendous mix of blues, rock, and ballads.
The following summer, in August of 1972, I would attend my first-ever rock concert, outdoors at the Boston Commons. Rory opened for Savoy Brown and Fleetwood Mac. It’s a bit of cliché, but he blew the roof off the place. Yes, even outdoors.
A couple years later, I interviewed Rory after a show in St. Louis. I got to see him play a small club in Washington, D.C. I caught him in Evansville, Indiana opening for Rod Stewart & The Faces. Again, I got to interview him for Triad Magazine in Los Angeles between back-to-back nights at The Starwood. inom saw him open for Rush at the old McNichols Arena and made my way backstage, thanks to his brother Dónal remembering me from the two previou
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Going to My Hometown
‘Going To My Hometown' is a variation on the theme of ‘Poor Boy Blues’ – or ‘Poor Boy Long Way From Home’ – which is regarded as one of the oldest in the blues canon. “I made a mistake/ I moved too far,” Rory sings, and it is this complaint that every working musician will relate to. Even successful artists, at the time, spent endless months on the road, in Rory’s case touring across continents, in order to make a living playing the music he loved. But it took its toll.
“I’m getting lonesome/ I’m getting blue,” Rory confesses, “I need someone/ to talk to.” There is a little more elaboration before he erupts into the chorus: “Yes, I’m going to my hometown/ I don’t care, even if I have to walk.”
It was an emotion keenly felt by Rory himself. In ‘Philby’ – perhaps the finest song from his la