Riley "Blues Boy" King
Rest In Peace
I only saw B.B. King live one time, back in 1990, but I remember it perfectly. Before the show me and my boys were drinking at the old P&G bar on 74th Street watching news footage about the Gulf War, which was not exactly a great warm-up for the night ahead. At the show, B.B. commanded the stage like no one else I had seen — it felt intimate despite being in a massive theater — transporting the entire crowd to a loving place.
B.B. King was an unparalleled performer, a fantastic guitar player, and true American icon. He also seemed like a really good person. His loss is hard to calculate, but the thrill is surely gone now.