Yes, oh yes. I caught these two greats and more in their big blues review at Jazz Alley in Seattle years ago. Sat right next to Pinetop to watch his hands. A great American. RIP Pinetop Perkins.
I watch pinetop in clubs with this lineup. His piano up front driving the bus. To hell with the set list. Pinetop played what he wanted. It was up to the band to keep up.
Jeez people, this is part of a whole show, not just one song. It's Paul's band, he called the shots, and he paced the show so that every song didn't follow the same formula. In this particular song he chose to feature the guitar. If we'd have been lucky enough to be there, I'm sure we would have heard lots of Butterfield's harp playing.
My boyfriend how dare you do this to me? I hope you don’t come back anymore in my heart because guess what my heart are you gonna find a boyfriend now in the summer and I hope you’re happy but now I’m not because it’s all your fault now I hope you pay a heavy price.
Dunno. Gotta find a better society, more honest, to communicate with. If only Rumble or Odysee could engineer their sites a little better 'cuz right now they are even worse than youtube. And that is saying a lot. That is sayin' that maybe; like so many alternative sites, they are actually fake. Owned by some twat who actually owns a mansion, fancy cars, and half a dozen ... girls to get around on. Paid for. Nothing changes because most girls have only one or two chances to make it. Unless they are slim and beautiful: In which case they have plenty of chances to choose. But those other girls? Not much. There is one of those whom I thought about and now wish I had married. She didn't have good looks but she had strong and independent personality (Chinese btw). I coulda been home free and happy. I coulda had grandchildren to take fishing. I coulda completely ignored social norms and took what I needed. Alas. I didn't. So I am a loser. Other guys, way better looking than me, took that route and are probably happy. I don't have that chance anymore. I lost. Remember one time in an East Indian restaurant and we had a Chinese waitress and my sister start to act sorta racist and I said, "Are you kidding? This Chinese waitress is about 9 out of 10 on the beauty scale and she ain't good enough? Okay. Take in the extremely good vibes she has and reconsider please." After they left and she came over to say Hello, but I was completely terrified by her beauty and couldn't find a single word to say to her. I hope she did better in life than I could have done for her. It is too late in my life but I no longer care what people like you think of me. Yeah, I am definitely a loser 'cuz I wanted love and friendship and children with a girl you don't approve of.
