BB King died yesterday (May 14) in Las Vegas - he was 89.
Guitarist, singer, icon, BB was one of the few who crossed the genres and was loved by all. Primarily a bluesman, he also moved in rock and roll circles as well as being not unknown amongst the jazz fraternity.
I saw him live at the North Sea Jazz Festival at the Hague back in the 1980s but my biggest memory was at the same festival when I didn't see him but most certainly heard him.
It was a hot July day and BB was performing inside a marque. All tickets were sold but, by sitting on a grassy knoll outside (a bit like Henman Hill or Murray Mound at Wimbledon), the sound came across loud and clear. A glass of bessenjenever (a Dutch blackcurrent gin), a plate of Maatjesharing (pickled raw herring) and the greatest blues singing of the later 20th century was as near to Shangri-la as I've known.
May he Rest In Peace.
Lance.(Photo courtesy of Andy Hudson - see comments - taken at Capital Jazz Festival)
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Very sad ref BB King- One of the last of the legends that I had the privilege of working with in the 70s and 80s. He was always the perfect gentleman and an efficient ultimate artiste, non-fussy , non-demanding , no whinges about riders or any such nonsense.
He just hit the stage with his trusty “Lucille” and played and sang (Lucille of course being the guitar –for aficionados was originally a Gibson L-30 – This morphed over time so that Gibson eventually produced their own “Lucille” model for general release).
When I left the North East in 79, after producing that Middlesbrough Jazz event at Ayresome Park, He was a headliner in the first Alexandra Palace Jazz Festival along with Muddy Waters, Chuck Berry, Hampton, Dizzy and many more. He continued to be a regular in our festivals into the 90s. Always a joy to work with, watch and listen to. Will be much missed
In his autobiography B.B. King talks about his favourite guitarists and says - for example 'Id listen to records by Barney Kessel, the great jazz guitarist who played at many Jazz at the Philharmonic concerts, and my jaw would drop. I was awe struck by the structure of his ad-libs. He had the gift of being complicated and simple at the same time. His amplified voice on guitar had a calm beauty that felt like poetry. I followed Barney Kessel's musical stories like a kid following a fairy-tale.
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