B.B. King died Friday at the age of 89. My mom, who passed away years ago, once told me when we went to one of his New York concerts that he was already old when she was a teen.
When you think of the blues, he’s one of the first people who come to mind. I saw him perform live more time than I saw any other performer.
So, how did he get started?
And I can’t post on B.B. King without this.
So long, Lucille.