There is no finer, more precise blues singer alive than Robert Cray. He is just a fucking fantastic singer. And singing is what he does secondary to play guitar. He is an absolute marvel – he varies from full on shredding axeman to quiet soul to the pointillist avant-garde. He may come off, at first, as over produced (and maybe you remember him from 80s Michelob ads) but I love the guy.
I don’t, however, love BB King’s club anymore. Actually, I don’t like any of the “in like sardine cans” clubs in NYC. Can’t see – shoved in so tight you are touching strangers, blood circulation cutting off to your feet….Midway though the set I just stood up and hung out by the bar and was much happier. From now on, if I go to BB King’s or the Blue Note or whatever, I think I will choose to stand.
