Yeah, look at him. He bigger than you. When he lets it loose (See: "Yolanda" and "Cold Day In Hell" below), Bobby "Blue" Bland's nicotine-phlegm coated, mid-song, trademark honking is as immediately recognizable, and identifiable, as a Keith Richards Stones riff. To the Blues faithful, that is.
While I have long been familiar with Bland's earlier work, it wasn't until a couple of months ago, through a friend's recommendation (thanks Thom), that I discovered the . . .
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