Blues has been one of my favorite music genres that is why i got so excited when i found out we got tickets to a B.B. King with Etta James concert. Not long after, we were all seated at a concert by the bay, amused, watching and listening to Etta's outstanding performance at 70 years old.
By God, I can't even imagine my grandaunt who's now 69 years old singing, grooving so beautifully as she was! And her voice! Regine Velasquez wouldn't dare come near her lest she'd be eaten alive.
And now B.B. How old? Whopping 81. He grew bigger, been suffering from diabetes, and now with weak knees making him perform onstage sitting down all throughout. I got no problems with that. Man, what more could you ask for than seeing an 81-year-old "king of the blues" (he stood by his name) play his guitar so passionately that even (i think) Keith Richards would drool over the entire show; that some stinky bands like Cueshe would just want to go home and kill themselves with so much frustration?
Forgive the meanness, but here's the thing:
B.B. surely knew what he was called for till the last chapter of his life. He found it silly how organizers have always been plugging his recent concerts as his "last concert". At the concert we've seen, he laughed about it and said something like: "should i live a couple more years, will i still be welcome to play for you here?" He asked this that not one smelled any doubt inside him. He was as if he knew when he'd die though he never would have an idea when. No fear, no sorrow in his eyes while mentioning life nearing its end. Because he knew. He understood. He did his job and has used his life to benefit mankind yet still wanted to contribute some more. And with this the crowd cheered in approval with an applause that ended so glorious. Wow.
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