‘s true. B.B. found ranges of expression via electric guitar before unknown. But he’s rarely treated as a pioneer. Critics speak of him as if he always was and always would be, rarely imagining some kid listening to delta blues 78s one minute and Charlie Christian/Django tunes the next, with a bit of Les Paul in between.
I haven’t much use for them crazy coastals, and the Piedmonters are hit and miss, but I get along pretty well with what’s left of those crazy hillbillies.
Some days I think that when I retire, if I ain’t broke, I’ma retire somewhere north of Greenville, S.C. My old man grew up above Traveler’s Rest back when moonshining was the main tarheel industry. Ten years from now there should be any number of McMansions w/ 10 acres selling for 4 dimes on the dollar.
Always wanted to be a carpetbagger. Betcha there’s good yuppie hunting up in them hills, too. I can’t shoot for shit but I can set a pretty fair sushi snare.