Albert King: An Appreciation
They called him the big man.
Standing in front of the stage at the original Lone Star Cafe, which may have been all of three and a half feet off the barroom floor, he appeared a giant. From the balcony that wrapped around the front and right-hand side of Continue reading →
Riley B. King (B.B.)
B.B. in 1980, the year I saw him play.
Last week, at the age of 89, B.B. King passed away. Despite a flurry of surprisingly good albums over the last 10 years or so, he’d not been on my must-listen list. If I’m honest, and I try to be, Albert was always my favorite King, and Freddie came next. I liked B.B. I just never loved him. (I have been known to remark Continue reading →
The legendary London graffito of the early 1960s had it that ‘Clapton is God.’ What if the scribblers were wrong?
That’s the thought that went through my head as I finally got around to listening to ‘Wynton Marsalis & Eric Clapton Play the Blues Live from Jazz at Lincoln Center.’ This 2011 release is Continue reading →