B.B. King was hospitalized in Las Vegas due
to complications from diabetes on Monday, April 6th.
He’s eighty-nine years old.
Twenty-two years ago.
B. B. and Lucille.
No 128EB processors hooked up.
Not even a wah-wah pedal.
No autotune and this was back when Chris Brown was, like …
The guitar, in ways Mr. Riley’s muse, is merely a tool.
Ol’ B. B. is the instrument.
Music has the charms to soothe the savage beast.
They’ll embrace it, minister to it.
The blues listen to the beast, understand it, remember it all too well
and guide its way into redemptive submission.
Or kick it’s scrawny little ass.
One of the two.
Kinda depends on whatever
factor into the mix.