Apply whatever categories, whatever systems you want. It’s all about the voice.
Use the guitar riff for a commercial, it doesn’t matter.. it’s all about the voice.
Willie Dixon on bass, just to keep things grounded.
Now back to that riff. “Hubert Sumlin. Hubert was Wolf. Wolf was Hubert. That’s the way we had it. That’s the way it was.”
The othr thing I gotta say, watching this video, about 2:00 in, I’m yelling “THAT’S MY GUITAR!” It’s kinda unusual. Everybody wants Gibson’s or Martin’s. So seeing Hubert with my guitar was really cool. Of course he makes it sound a little better than I ever did.
Then there’s this from Peter Guralnick:
The TV schedule that morning indicated that the Rolling Stones would be appearing, along with a number of pop acts plus a ”Chester Burnett.” That was the 55-year-old Howlin’ Wolf’s given name, to be sure, but it was not one he had ever used professionally — so I could only wonder if this might not be some terrible misunderstanding, or perhaps a cruel joke.
My doubts were erased when Wolf came striding out on stage, all 6-foot-3 and 300 pounds of him, and without preamble launched into his magisterial ”How Many More Years (Have I Got to Let You Dog Me Around)?” There was not the slightest hint of self-consciousness or hesitation as he ripped into the song, his broad, handsome face providing dramatic counterpoint to the buzz-saw rasp of his voice, the unabashed gusto of his performance. He looked as if he were about to swallow the tiny harmonica in his mouth, he waggled his enormous hips in a wildly elephantine dance, then he leapt up and down, with the Stones sitting at his feet, and it appeared as if not just the stage but the entire world would shake.
It was a revolutionary moment — unscripted, unmediated, unbound. And in an era before VCR’s, it was gone, like a dream, almost as quickly as it had begun. Yet when I finally saw it again some 30 years later, unlike most dreams, it was exactly the same. The music retained its hypnotic power; the image of Wolf surrounded by all those relentlessly cheerful ”Shindig” dancers remains unfaded; the sheer enthusiasm and conviction of his performance never fails to bring a smile to the lips.