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