We first met in 1973, and then, coincidentally 50 years later in 2023, I traveled through the American South to meet a musician.
He's a great guitarist, but I heard he had a brain tumor and had been through a few surgeries.
If I was going to go, now was the only time. I was 75, and my health wasn't great. His name is Wayne Perkins. He's based in Birmingham, Alabama. I met Wayne once, 50 years ago.
Back in September of '73, Leon Russell played at the Budokan. I was blown away when I saw the tour program from that time. I found out that Wayne Perkins was also there, playing guitar.
I asked to speak with the promoter and waited in my hotel room.
Then, the Wayne Perkins I had long admired walked in with a young woman.
He was surprisingly small in stature and didn't have the same aura as I expected (which was only natural—he was still just 22).
He didn't seem to be used to dealing with the media, but it was actually me who ended up getting nervous.

Back in '75, I saw a news story that was reported at the same time by British and American music media.
It reminded me of a young guy from the South I had almost forgotten. It said that an event now known as the "Great Guitarist Hunt" was currently underway in Munich.
There, next to the names of Jeff Beck and Rory Gallagher, was the name Wayne Perkins. I mean, it couldn't really be someone else with the same name, could it?
Mick Taylor of the Rolling Stones announced he was leaving the band, so they need to find a new guitarist ASAP.
This happened 50 years ago, and since there were a lot of rumors and speculation—and the Rolling Stones themselves kept things secret—the session is now an urban legend.
While Wayne and the others were at Leon Russell's place, Eric Clapton stopped by to get Carl Radle to join the band.
That's how Wayne and Eric met, and they became close enough to travel to Jamaica together.
One day, Eric called and said, "
The Stones are auditioning for a new guitarist. I've put in a good word for you. Good luck."

It was a really appealing proposition. Wayne got in touch with the Stones and flew to Munich, Germany, where the sessions were taking place.
Harvey Mandel of Canned Heat was there, and Ronnie Wood showed up later.
Wayne spent a few weeks in the studio, playing guitar every day with Keith Richards and Mick Jagger. As the sessions were ending, the tape started rolling in the control room.

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We started off with a hug on the porch of the big house, with the soft March sunlight on us. Actually, 50 years ago, we didn't even hug or shake hands.
The 72-year-old musician, who's three years younger than me, looked way younger than I expected, and he didn't seem at all sick.
He had a healthy glow, and he still wore his black hair tied back.
We weren't too keen on leaving, but we had to get out of the cabin that night. We had achieved the main goal of our trip to Alabama.
Wayne and I hugged each other for another minute or so, promised to meet again, and then went our separate ways.
Excerpts from
A Trip to the South: Reuniting with Wayne Perkins After Half a Century: My Worst and Best of Rock 'n' Roll Life by Haruko MinakamiEdited 1 time(s). Last edit at 2026-03-25 13:38 by Toru A.