Can we stop with the fucking hyperbole already?
He wasn't the greatest blues guy of all time. Nor, if you follow the blues, would even place him in the top ten. And he died at 89 years of age (that's like 180 years for fat bluesmen). So cram it.
Can you name one other song he's done besides "The Thrill is Gone"? And was it because you weren't watching a Cialis commercial? Doubt it. And therein lies this silly love of iconography.
I knew he was a goner when they earlier reported that he was checking into a hospital. Though hardly a time to prepare for someone who was 89. We're not talking about "if" anymore, it's about "when." Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate that this may open the doors to do some research on other bluesmen, preferably under the age of 60. But to me, B.B. King and his axe "Lucille" will always remind me of the smell of cheap beer on fresh grass during a blues festival.
I'm not going to make a stupid reference to his death and his infamous song. Just to spare you the indignity.
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