The eagle flies on Friday


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┬áplay.┬áBut 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

Walkin’ blues

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 didn’t.

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’.