If there is anything my daddy taught me – besides how to cast a fishing rod, and how to catch a pop fly – it’s how to love the blues.
Blues guitar is so many things. It’s America, it’s my childhood, it’s instrinsically familiar. In the words of Billy Gibbons, “The blues is life itself.”
So when I saw The Robert Cray Band was playing Barbican Hall, I got right on the phone and booked tickets!
American blues performed in central London? How was this gonna go down?
Before the show we had time to enjoy a frosty brew in Bar Gaultier, arranged with exclusive furniture designed by Jean Paul Gaultier to coincide with the exhibition celebrating the work of the funky French couturier.
But finally the show was about the start – and it was time to get down to what we came here for – to hear some music!
I may not take Christmas in my overalls, but I sure was sitting on top of the world listening to that show!
Long live the blues.