Working as newspaper reporters in 1978 in Greenville, Mississippi, David Saltz and I jumped on a last-minute media invite to see B.B. King at a small music joint near Indianola, B.B.’s hometown.
Having worn down B.B.’s album “Live In Cook County Jail” since high school, I was wide-eyed as we were led through the crowd to a table in front of the stage, where an ABC Radio reporter had already set up his recorder.
We tried to take notes and maintain our objective-reporter demeanors, when B.B., who died May 14, 2015, at 89, hit the stage and the crowd danced wildly. It didn’t work.
Republished from the May 21, 2015, issue of The Atlanta 100.