Review of It Might get Loud in the L.A. Times

Posted on: Wednesday, Aug 26, 2009


When it’s nearing midnight and some amazing maniac is shredding through a guitar solo on stage, eyes closed, sweat flying, vibrations rumbling through the house like a northbound freight train, it’s easy to forget just how much art and craft and science is involved in creating that sound.
Director Davis Guggenheim, who brought us Al Gore’s “An Inconvenient Truth,” reminds us of this in his very fine documentary about the electric guitar and the men who play it best, “It Might Get Loud.”

Following three generations of rock virtuosos — Jimmy Page, the Edge and Jack White — on a journey through time, the film takes us behind the scenes as these artists talk about their relationship with and philosophies about that curve of electrified sound they have each mastered in distinctive ways.

The film culminates as the three finally come together on an empty soundstage in Hollywood for a conversation and a raucous jam session that is remarkable for its intimacy and its passion.

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August 26th, 2009 at 08:25
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Quotation from Jimmy Page….

If it was punk rock that opened up the Edge’s eyes, for me it was the blues. It was rock ‘n’ roll before there was rock ‘n’ roll. I still love the first Muddy Waters album that I bought. I play it all the time. I learned how to play bottleneck guitar listening over and over to an Elmore James record. Blind Willie Johnson, Rev. Gary Davis, Robert Johnson — to me they were artists, just like great painters. They created a whole world with their music.

Our biggest problem, and this was true of myself and Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck, was when we were young, we didn’t have enough money to pay for both our guitars and our records, so I befriended a guy on my street who collected blues records and listened to his. The first time the Yardbirds went to the U.S., we went to Chicago and headed straight to the blues clubs to see Magic Sam and Buddy Guy and Muddy Waters. I think they were happy to see us, because the only other outsiders who’d been there were some nerdy record collectors from Sweden.