Red Hot Max In Person
A black Pontiac crossing the sidewalk and the guitar pick that always lingers in my jeans pocket hit a home run in the groin. It’s him! Red Hot Max! The guitar Guru and rock legend that you only see on stage in his red jacket and red Telecaster.
I start the old man two step against the car.
– But hello b-b-b-b waiiit!
(It’s ok to act neardy when you’re a journalist.)
The Pontiac neals softly and stops fifty meters away along the cruising street in Rättvik. We are in the midst of the world’s best week with the world’s best weather, week 31 and Classic Car Week. I arrive without breathing and trying to snort something urbane while the camera swings around the neck.
- You may want to jump in and rest, says Max and suddenly I ride in the car with one of Sweden’s best rock-and-roll artists.
Star Red Hot Max I saw on Gotland’s biggest stage 2003 in thirty thousand watts. I took a picture from 50 meters away where he and his
band backed Wanda Jackson and where each step was followed by dual super trouper spots.
Today he was Mats Alvar Olsson around lunch with half a tank of gas in the Bonneville.