John Bradley, the longtime member of this community who was the founder, producer, and lead guitarist of Booster Patrol, died on March 20. He was 61.
I couldn’t think of a better way to pay tribute to the man who was both a bandmate and a friend than to write a song for him in the style of which he was a master. You can hear the first mix of the song here; when I finish it properly, I’ll put it up on Unauthorized in the Booster Patrol section.
Johnny B laid down his burden late on a Friday night
With the music of his band still ringing in the fading light
Saint Peter met him at the gate, said Son, we heard you play
Leo Fender built this gold guitar and he saved it for this day
The choir’s been singing acapella ever since the world was new
They need someone who knows the sad notes, they say that man is you
He wrapped his hands around that neck, felt the weight of holy gold
Every fret a year of sorrow, every string a story told
He hit a chord that shook the heavens, the angels stopped to hear
A tone so long and lonesome that Saint Matthew shed a tear
Peter said “We don’t need pretty, son, we’ve got harps here by the score
We want to hear that swampy sound that kept ’em coming back for more
Now every night in Heaven there’s a sound they never had
A solid gold Fender wailing every note both beautiful and sad
The choir hits the chorus, the Almighty taps His feet
And Johnny B is boosting live up on that golden street
He played the broken-hearted blues from Beale Street to Monsignor
Now he’s jamming up in Heaven and he couldn’t ask for more.
Lay it down, Johnny B
Make that sound, Johnny B
Hit that chord
Lay it down, Johnny B
Make that sound, Johnny B
For the Lord