Woke up this morning to some very sad news. The King of the Blues has left the stage.
I can’t remember the first time I saw B.B. King, and I can’t tell you how many times I saw him play. But if there was one moment I’ll never forget, it was in the summer of 2007 at the Eric Clapton Crossroads Guitar Festival, in a soccer stadium outside Chicago.
Linda got me tickets as a present. I think she loves me.
But I digress. This is about B.B. King. Continue reading
I’m posting this picture because you had to ask? Do you think they ever imagined this when they said time was on their side?
My friend Craig Starr wrote:
Rock on, boys. Next town’s just “Down The Road Apiece” (Rolling Stones Now, never will forget that, you guys taught us American white boys about Bo Diddley, Howlin’ Wolf, Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry and more. Thanks and God Bless the Rolling Stones!
And all I can say is . . . Wish I’d said that.
Greatest. Rock. Band. Ever.
Put the 33 on the turntable and let it bleed.
Bobby (Blue) Bland, the debonair balladeer whose sophisticated, emotionally fraught performances helped modernize the blues, died on Sunday in Memphis. He was 83….
Exhibiting a delicacy of phrasing and command of dynamics akin to those of the most urbane pop and jazz crooners, his intimate pleading left its mark on everyone from the soul singers Otis Redding and Wilson Pickett to rock groups like the Allman Brothers and the Band. The rapper Jay-Z sampled Mr. Bland’s 1974 single “Ain’t No Love in the Heart of the City” on his 2001 album, “The Blueprint.”
Heaven done called another blues singer back home.
The old bluesmen were such a treasure, and one by one they are vanishing.
The New York Times posted this photo of Bobby Blue with B.B. King, taken in 1992.
B.B. is 87 now, and we can only hope he lasts forever.
R.I.P., Bobby Blue.
A few people asked me this week, after James Gandolfini died, if the name for this blog came from the opening line of the theme song from the Sopranos.
It’s the opening line to the classic blues song, Walkin’ Blues.
The first time I heard it was when my summer camp counselor, Jon Ross, put the Paul Butterfield Blues Band on the turntable and said I could play this stuff. Three minutes that changed my life. Here’s what I heard:
I later learned that it was a Robert Johnson song:
And today, I woke up this mornin’ and listened to this version by Taj Mahal:
I can’t wait to wake up tomorrow mornin’.