From the classic 1971 album, The low spark of high heeled boys, here is Traffic with the final track on the album, Rainmaker. I pretty much love every track on the album, but this one always seems to resonate the most.
Much attention is placed on the brilliance of Steve Winwood, and rightly so, he's such a great guitarist in addition to being a fantastic keyboardist. However, I often find myself drawn to the tragic and amazing Chris Wood. His opening flute is so melancholic, so heavy with the threat of rain, and his sax over the final three and a half minute groove is wondrous to behold. He just always seems to hit the right notes.
How organic this music is, flowing like dark clouds across the horizon. I don't think much effort needs to be placed on persuading this Rainmaker character to appear and make all my crops grown tall. How could the Rainmaker not hear this music and dump a few inches on the ground?
Perhaps that final section is the celebration at the arrival of the guest of honor.
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