btw, that was in ‘08, the year before the Obambi attack on Les Paul. That year, when the 16 yo boy told me he wanted to play guitar for a living, I drove him up the Mississippi from N.O. to Memphis, finding every front or back hole venue to see great guitar playing. I told him to watch and learn.
Was sometimes difficult w/ a minor, but we bought, bribed, snuck and faked our way into bars all the way up. Memphis was the hardest to get him into. Had to watch the public stages and through windows for the real stuff.
He learned so much and went into the business eyes wide open.
That’s how the GREATS learned the Blues.
My first band, back in the 70’s was a Blues band. One venue on Nantasket Beach looked just like a barroom on the outside, but as I was playing, this innocent Boston Girl noticed some strange activity on the dance floor.
It was a BROTHEL! OMG!
I guess that makes me an authentic Blues Woman, playing in Juke Joints and Bawdy Houses. I’ve even played Tent Revivals.
And that’s not even in the South! LOL!