One thing on the Alphabet Bands Bucket List is to hire a Winnebago and drive across the USA. East to West, North to South. We’ll explore everywhere and everything, stopping off at landmarks aplenty, places of historical importance and taking in the local culture and music. As we drive down I65, through Kentucky, Tennessee, Indiana and the like, “Turns To Gold” is the kind of tune we’d expect to hear.
It brings to mind that kind of road trip where you’d pull off to a dusty old shed-like bar for a beer and a rest. As you drink and recuperate, in the corner is a man, could even be Jimi Charles Moody, playing his guitar and singing his bluesy love songs.
On “Turns To Gold” the piano dances like an eye twinkling with the memory of the one that got away while the riffs grind and growl with regret. It’s cinematic, world-weary but almost upbeat. More languid in style than the dirt-under-the-fingernails stompy-ness of ”The House Of Moody”, it’s more knowing, more lived in.
It’s the kind of sound that steals time from you. We’d sit in that bar listening and all of a sudden hours would have passed by without us realising. All the while Jimi sings, his vocal smooth and welcoming like the cold beer we’ve already had one too many of. This random bar better have a room, looks like we’re here for the night.