While I was going to college, I worked in a liquor store in suburban Chicago. One of the guys there bought a pristine Gretsch Country Gentleman, an acoustic guitar and cheeseball Valco tube amp for a princely sum of $20 off of some lady that was cleaning out her attic.
He was a pretty good blues guitar player, but I'll never forget the time we went to Fitzgerald's in Berwyn to catch a Mighty Joe Young show. He was that he was married with three kids. We met up with his parents, him and his date. When I asked him if he was still married, he said, "Joe, you can't expect me to go out at night without a date. My wife is busy taking care of the kids."
It was also the last time that I saw Little Brother Montgomery perform. He was escorted to the stage. He tore it up on a couple of tunes, including one excellent version of Vicksburg Blues and then he split.
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