Freddie King, was my hero when I was just a tot. Then he up and died. Fast forward to 2008 in Long Beach, CA. I walk into, of all things, a fucking coffee shop (I don't drink coffee), and who do I meet?
Big Harmonica Bob, one of the most talented blues guitarists I've seen up close in 30 years. This man can make a fucking folk guitar whine, moan, bitch and sing a mean tune. I put this man up on youtube. I think this man is the real deal. No pretension, no bs. No white middle class imitation of blues.