Last Saturday, we saw the old bluesman’s last concert
He’s 88 now but we could not tell; the band blew our hub caps off
“Live music is so special,” she said, midway, touching me on the shoulder
On the way home, we played one of our favorite songs over and over
—A tribute to Jimmy; and we just heard the opening band play “Little Wing”
Everything's connected, it seems
What’s he singing? she asked about the notorious mumbler
I told her what I knew, but it didn’t matter
There’s a kind of gist
The band we heard Saturday night:
German youngsters: