So far I’ve only shared albums with you that I’ve loved for some time. Today I give you something I just fell in love with.
Recently, I inherited my parents vinyl collection. I’ve been making my way through the albums I remember fondly from my childhood and many I have no recollection of.
While I’m certain I listened to my Dad’s blues albums as a kid I don’t really have any particular memories of them. I was more concerned about spinning The Beatles White Album and Abbey Road than anything else. Childhood tunnel vision as it was.
The other day, knowing generally who BB King was, I threw on this album and I’ve since listened to it with near obsessive adoration every day. I’m sure this isn’t news to a lot of you, but it’s perfection.
I can’t wait to see what other gems this record collection introduces me to.
Blues means what milk does to a baby. Blues is what the spirit is to the minister. We sing the blues because our hearts have been hurt, our souls have been disturbed. – Alberta Hunter