King is quite the storyteller, often changing the tempo of the show to include bits and pieces of his lifetime.
Generally speaking, if you’re 82 years old, have diabetes, and bad knees, you’re probably not accepting tour dates and creating play lists for your next show.
Unless you’re B.B. King, that is. Just caught his act at Biltmore this evening, and though his knees now keep him seated during his performances, other than that, I think he has more energy than I do at less than half his age!
King and long-time companion Lucille* sound as fine as ever. She never leaves his side, and he’s got a hand on her even when he’s not asking her to speak to the audience. Together, they’ve got the best seat in the house and they keep the audience in thrall: pulling us all the way down to the bottom of the Mississippi Delta blues, then sending us spiraling skyward as the saints go marching…
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