King of Blues
Greetings! T'was a beautiful evening early in Fall season. It seemed like the blue sky's got smitten by the splash of colors on leaves. I was still new to this place. I was still in awe of diners with their coffee aromas. Tranquil trails, with sporadic boards that warned about a mysterious but cute sounding Lyme disease, were yet to be trodden. A friend of mine was driving me to a Jazz Cafe (for the very first time in my life). I had heard the magic of walking baseline and swing in Bollywood music before, but didn't know it was Jazz (yet). He asked me, have you ever heard Jazz. "..hmm... not sure..." was my answer. He smiled and just put in a cassette in his car's cassette player... A guitar started strumming through the speakers... my mind had caught on the rhythm and the feet tapping with the walking baseline. "...hmmm... the thrill is gone..." B.B. King's sonorous voice started wafting in and led me into the magical musical world of bl...