By 1971, my family had moved out of Manhattan for the northern reaches of Westchester County. I wasn't happy about being there, but it was better than dealing with overcrowded classrooms in the city and muggings in school stairways. Craving the city at 15, I started taking the train into New York to spend hours at record stores. I'd often come back with four or five albums paid for with lawn-mowing money.
By then, many of my friends had grown weary of British blues-rock guitarists and were looking for the real thing. Unfortunately, records by Albert King, Freddy King and other electric blues players weren't available at the local mall. So they cut a deal with me. If I bought them albums by these blues artists in the city, they'd pay for two jazz albums. So took them up on their offer, but I also became intrigued by the blues players.
Here are five that caught my ear back then and still do now:
Here's Albert King at the Fillmore East in 1970...
Here's Freddie King in Europe...
Here's Magic Sam in 1969...
Here's John Lee Hooker in 1969...
And here's Otis Rush...
By then, many of my friends had grown weary of British blues-rock guitarists and were looking for the real thing. Unfortunately, records by Albert King, Freddy King and other electric blues players weren't available at the local mall. So they cut a deal with me. If I bought them albums by these blues artists in the city, they'd pay for two jazz albums. So took them up on their offer, but I also became intrigued by the blues players.
Here are five that caught my ear back then and still do now:
Here's Albert King at the Fillmore East in 1970...
Here's Freddie King in Europe...
Here's Magic Sam in 1969...
Here's John Lee Hooker in 1969...
And here's Otis Rush...
This story appears courtesy of JazzWax by Marc Myers.
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