We drove about four-and-a-half hours to play an hour set in Jackson, Michigan, then turned around and drove four-and-a-half hours home. It was storming and lightening right up until we pulled into town, and then it was claer.
One of the coolest blues cats I'd seen in a while played before us; Elmore James, Jr.
That's right, son of the famous Elmore James, and wow, could he play! It was a real treat.
A canibal passed his mom on a trail.
It's all in the delivery.
