Damn Right I Got the Blues

I remember going to watch Buddy Guy live at the Manchester Nynex back in the nineties. Guy had always been one of my favourite blues musicians - so raw, so musically unpredictable, such a charismatic performer - and on that night my friend and I left sparkly-eyed and babbling. It was an amazing gig, and one that even BB King and band (incredible as they were at the same venue some years later) failed to knock from the top spot of my favourite blues concerts attended.

Buddy Guy's Chicago club Legends has been going for years now, and is pretty much regarded as one of the premier blues venues in America, if not the world. They've got a great affiliated website as well, and one on which I happened to spot some extracts of blues-based fiction. One email later and I got a warm response from the site's admin; yes they'd be keen to publish an extract from Coyote Jack and the Bluebirds if I could send one along.

I duly sent them three to choose from, though as luck would have it they've decided to publish all three over a period of months, with the first going on line yesterday, about which I am as happy as I am grateful. Damn Right.

http://bg.buddyguy.com/private-lessons/