A string of dreams, like winter storms, have been affecting me. They’ve featured my late father-in-law and my Dad. I had an excellent relationship with the former, so-so with the latter. The dreams aren’t dark so much as they’re long, involved, thick and impenetrable. I need something to distract me, something a little lighter, for today’s music.
The radio delivered the answer in the car yesterday. I’ve seen late, great (words we’ll need to use more and more often for others, after 2016) B.B. King once in concert. I don’t recall if he sang this song then but I have a vivid memory of him singing him. I assume I must have seen him singing it during a television broadcast.
Here is B.B. King with ‘Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens’.
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