Last night I had the overly giddy pleasure of seeing Mississippi's very own B.B. King play- what some may consider- one of his final concerts (but don't tell him that...he said he'll play until he dies). Rightly so, the man.still.rocked. Last night was also his 82 birthday, and well, I guess it kind of felt special to be sitting in the Seattle rain, listening to the last 'King,' playing songs with such heart that spurred from his roots- his Southern roots. And that man has lived one heck of life: 15,000 performances, 90 countries, ranked 3rd of 100 greatest guitarists of all time (Rolling Stones), one of the 1st artists inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, 14 Grammy Awards, and I'd be inclined to say he captures the soul (and heart) of anyone that has the honor of listening to him come alive on stage with his beautiful guitar in tow.
What can I say, I'm proud of my roots.
2 comments:
Yay Chelsea! Glad you got to hear ole B.B. You know he's from Indianola, and they are currently working on his museum there. He also does a Homecoming concert every first Friday in June there. I've only actually been to one because we can normally hear him and see the fireworks from my backyard.
Glad you are proud of Mississippi and the South even though you live up North!
i have never heard him in concert and know i feel like i have really missed out! bummer!
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