May God bless you , the same way you graced us with your magic coming from Lucille all these years that made us all so happy and filled with the joy that you gave us each time you strummed a note on Lucille and your beatiful voice and your smile and your great stories that you told us through your songs . their will never be another like you the TRUE KING OF THE BLUES RILEY B.B.KING . rest in peace may your memory be forever eternal in our hearts and our ears .we will never forget you GOD BLESS YOU !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Such sad news. He was a unique musician and I am sure a nice person too. I have seen him twice and eventhough he was already over eighty, I feel very lucky I had a chance to see him. He brought joy to millions and will be remembered fondly. My step-grandfather, who was BB's big fan and one year younger than BB passed away three days ago. He has never seen BB live, so I hope they are both somewhere where they can meet.
RIP BB. A well earned rest you most surely deserve. The host on my local talk radio station was using all BB King music as bumper music this morning. One of his comments: "I'm so glad that someone invented the recording process so we can continue to listen to and hear BB play." Another comment (while music was playing): "Did you hear that bend? The way he bent that note?!? You don't have to be able to speak that language to understand what it's saying."
I saw him open for the Stones in 1969. BB King was an old-timer that I didn't really know much about. He was 43 then. I was 12, the Stones were in their 20s...
I never met B.B. King but I know that he was a good man.
In the fall of 1968 my friend Jimi Hendrix invited me to drop by the TTG recording studio in Hollywood. He was on a tight schedule to finish recording and he had tears in his eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"You know how everybody steals my stuff," he said grimly. "Now someone who is probably one of my so-called friends has stolen something that really mattered to me. A few weeks ago, B.B. King, who I was meeting for the first time, brought me a guitar he thought I might like. I felt so honored; He said, "Boy, you are really doing something for the guitar."
He shook his head. "I had in mind that I needed to come up with a song just for him on that guitar." Jimi wandered around the studio, didn't get much done, went outside. A few minutes later, he came in, picked up a guitar, walked into the studio and played the living hell out of "Red House Blues."
"That was amazing," I said quietly."For B.B..."
"Yeah...for B.B." Casually, he added "and for you."
I would like to believe that somewhere "up there," the great and kind B.B. King and Jimi are having a very happy time playing their guitars.