Language of the Blues - Edmonton Blues Society

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white dinner jackets and black bow ties. Before the boss took the stage, the band cranked out
some blistering jazz that gave each of the three hot horn players a chance to pin back our ears.
Only a giant like B.B. King could step in front of such sophisticated musicians and rivet all
attention on himself with a single vibrating note. He strode onstage, resplendent in a pearly tux,
unmistakably his that ear-to-ear grins broke out across the theater. People were too happy to
audience w
-stepped it, the stocky trumpet player
snapping his neat shaved skull back and forth in time.
people would talk about t
ere dotted
with dancing women and entire rows of arms were swaying in the electric air of the Apollo.
squat and pumped his hips faster than a pile driver. Under the fancy ceiling of the Apollo Theatre,
the heart of Africa beat through the blues.
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