Gary Moore R.I.P.

[schnarkle]

sad news for guitar followers out there...

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[grinder]

Was never a fan, but did see him at the old Austin Opra House in '87 with 3 other metal bands. R.I.P.

 

[ProdigalHorn]

I actually got a couple of his solo albums. Really good guitar work. Wild Frontier had kind of a cool blend of rock guitar with Irish folk styling, and the blues cover album he did was kinda cool, albeit derivative.

 

[nych 1]

I remember hearing solo Gary Moore for the first time on a plane trip from New York to Johannesburg, South Africa around 1986 (I was 15 and traveling alone). The song "Out in the Fields" (his collaboration with Phil Lynott) was being piped into one of those looping airline music channels. I must have listened to that song literally five or six times on that long flight. I bought the Run For Cover album that same week. From there, I bought most of his back catalog and just fell in love with his guitar work (great songs: Parisienne Walkways, Empty Rooms, Murder in the Sky, Victims of the Future).

While 1987 will always be remembered as the year Irishmen U2 exploded worldwide with The Joshua Tree, I was more obsessed with Gary's Wild Frontier album. I really tried to get my metalhead friends into Gary but didn't have much success. I bought a few of his blues albums, but I've always been partial to his hard rock/metal work.

Wild Frontier- fantastic verses about the 'troubles' and a nod to the fallen Phil Lynott (no problem with Bono and co. talking about the Northern Irish issues because they provided a wider platform and audience, but Gary was from Belfast, Northern Ireland).
RIP- Mr. Gary Moore

I remember the old country
they call the emerald land.
And I remember my home town
before the wars began.

Now we're riding on a sea of rage,
the victims you have seen.
You'll never hear them sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
We're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.

I remember my city streets
before the soldiers came.
Now armoured cars and barricades
remind us of our shame.

We are drowning in a sea of blood,
the victims you have seen.
Never more to sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.

Those are the days I will remember.
Those are the days I most recall.
We count the cost of those we lost
and pray it's not in vain.
The bitter tears of all those years.
I hope we live to see those days again.

Now we're riding on a sea of rage,
the victims you have seen.
You'll never hear us sing again
The Forty Shades Of Green.

And I remember a friend of mine,
so sad now that he's gone.
They tell me I'll forget
as time goes on.

We're goin' back to the wild frontier.
Back to the wild frontier, it's calling.
Back to the wild frontier.
We're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin'?).
Back to the wild frontier (can you hear it callin', callin?),
back to the wild frontier.

Those forty shades of green are calling me back home.

Ooh, we're goin' back,
back to the wild frontier.
I'm goin' back,
back to the wild frontier