Yeah! I saw Procul Harem play in the dirt floor, livestock auction arena in Edmonton, Canada, 1970. Robin Trower was using a white, double P.A.F. Humbucker S.G. through a 100 watt Marshall stack, and I think, no floor effects. I next saw Robin Trower as a headliner in the early eighties in Hamilton. It was difficult for me. All my friends loved him, and I had been singing and playing two of his songs in a band, but there was a ritual involved with this club, and apparently, Robins' gig. After about half an hour, in this stand up room, a lineup formed to the stage, all these guitarists taking turns standing in front of him, hearing how he sounded in front of his amp, looking at his fingers and guitar, the effects on the floor, and getting a nod of acknowledgement from Robin himself. I didn't want to look in his eyes. He looked like an old gnome, and looked like a weak person, but I was urged and prodded by everyone else to be part of the lineup, so I was there, and the look in his eyes was haunted.
Of course, the fact he switched to a Fender Stratocaster, like Jeff Beck, Jimi Page and Eric Clapton brought out onstage after Jimi passed away, and was beyond reverb with echo, phasing, 9-volt distortion and feedback, makes him a Hendrix freak too. Robin Trower might have developed a more expansive classical, symphonic style than Jimi, by the early eighties, being more of a live, stage player than an in-studio enthusiast. Even though the bassist singing made the band more blues-rock, James Dewar being long gone, Robins' ability to build slow songs into majestic overtures influenced me the most.
Not as much as spending twenty minutes talking with McCoy Tyner, between sets,
if I'm going on about building up majestic soundscapes.