"B.B. King, whose world-weary voice
and wailing guitar lifted him from the
cotton fields of Mississippi to a global
stage and the apex of American blues,
died Thursday in Las Vegas. He was
89.
His death was reported early Friday
by The Associated Press, citing his
lawyer, Brent Bryson, and by CNN,
citing his daughter, Patty King.
Mr. King married country blues to
big-city rhythms and created a sound
instantly recognizable to millions: a
stinging guitar with a shimmering
vibrato, notes that coiled and leapt
like an animal, and a voice that
groaned and bent with the weight of
lust, longing and lost love.
“I wanted to connect my guitar to
human emotions,” Mr. King said in his
autobiography, “Blues All Around
Me” (1996), written with David Ritz.
In performances, his singing and his
solos flowed into each other as he
wrung notes from the neck of his
guitar, vibrating his hand as if it were
wounded, his face a mask of suffering.
Many of the songs he sang — like his
biggest hit, “The Thrill Is Gone” (“I’ll
still live on/But so lonely I’ll be”) —
were poems of pain and perseverance.
The music historian Peter Guralnick
once noted that Mr. King helped
expand the audience for the blues
through “the urbanity of his playing,
the absorption of a multiplicity of
influences, not simply from the blues,
along with a graciousness of manner
and willingness to adapt to new
audiences and give them something
they were able to respond to.” - NY Times.
I shook his hand on stage - end of concert - in Cardiff in 1985. He then played virtually another set. Wonderful guy.
Saluté BB.
BN.
and wailing guitar lifted him from the
cotton fields of Mississippi to a global
stage and the apex of American blues,
died Thursday in Las Vegas. He was
89.
His death was reported early Friday
by The Associated Press, citing his
lawyer, Brent Bryson, and by CNN,
citing his daughter, Patty King.
Mr. King married country blues to
big-city rhythms and created a sound
instantly recognizable to millions: a
stinging guitar with a shimmering
vibrato, notes that coiled and leapt
like an animal, and a voice that
groaned and bent with the weight of
lust, longing and lost love.
“I wanted to connect my guitar to
human emotions,” Mr. King said in his
autobiography, “Blues All Around
Me” (1996), written with David Ritz.
In performances, his singing and his
solos flowed into each other as he
wrung notes from the neck of his
guitar, vibrating his hand as if it were
wounded, his face a mask of suffering.
Many of the songs he sang — like his
biggest hit, “The Thrill Is Gone” (“I’ll
still live on/But so lonely I’ll be”) —
were poems of pain and perseverance.
The music historian Peter Guralnick
once noted that Mr. King helped
expand the audience for the blues
through “the urbanity of his playing,
the absorption of a multiplicity of
influences, not simply from the blues,
along with a graciousness of manner
and willingness to adapt to new
audiences and give them something
they were able to respond to.” - NY Times.
I shook his hand on stage - end of concert - in Cardiff in 1985. He then played virtually another set. Wonderful guy.
Saluté BB.
BN.
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