Working as newspaper reporters in 1978 in Greenville, Mississippi, David Saltz and I jumped on a last-minute media invite to see B.B. King at a small music joint near Indianola, B.B.’s hometown.
Having worn down B.B.’s album “Live In Cook County Jail” since high school, I was wide-eyed as we were led through the crowd to a table in front of the stage, where an ABC Radio reporter had already set up his recorder.
We tried to take notes and maintain our objective-reporter demeanors, when B.B., who died May 14, 2015, at 89, hit the stage and the crowd danced wildly. It didn’t work.