Andrew and I went to see him in concert when Andrew was fifteen and a budding young musician himself. I even let Andrew skip school and drove to Mississippi for us to see him in concert.
I did not push Andrew in the blues directions, he traveled there himself. He plays by ear and eye, he can watch a musician play and pick up what he has seen and heard. Many have called Andrew "an old soul" so maybe he has played before.
Today we mourn, The skies cry here for BB King. I like to think this man who learned how to play with wire strings on a porch post is jamming with the best of the ones long gone.
Oh, God! We will miss you, Mr King.
