http://www.myspace.com/johncramptonmusic
Musicians that never "made it" in the sense of being famous enough to fund their kids to buy them a two inch, bag compartment dwelling fashion dog and crystalized iphone covers, or get spotted leaving a dingy, back street brothel struggling to high heavens to find their way home after snorting copious amounts of who knows what, off the body of whoever, may be forgiven for portraying the illusion that such musicians have decided to just sit at home, or hang around bars telling tales about a time when things were different, and kids don't understand music these days and bla bla bla cough and a splutter, listen to this me old mukka. Well...... John Crampton is a very different breed of a man. If indeed he is human? a man that doesn't crave spotlight, nor gaze into the eyes of onlookers and bask in his glorious skills, or wait around to receive praise and mindless chit chat. No no no, this man is an unforgiving guitar shredding, foot stomping, hand clapping, deep voice singing warrior. The energy when he is beating down upon that steel guitar leaves one to think he pours red bull over his breakfast cereal. Whilst i would like to draw mass attention to the high energy of this blues guitar player I also have to put my foot on the brakes... because his songs really do sing to you, to the heart, to that button that says, its great to smile, everything will be just fine, times might be hard, but they have been hard before and will be for some time in the future, tonight is about purity, tonight is about tequila blues, tonight is about realizing that somebody is flying the flag for honest, hard working music that we all relate to, bourbon scotch, gin vodka, when you see this guy, he will have his hold on ya. Those that have witnessed the skills need no further explanation. Those that haven't !! you have some homework to do. . . .
Personal favourites:
Micklepage Stomp
Tequila blues
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