And Thursday's Also Sad
Doing Wednesday's post, I remembered that the Stax-Volt Yuletide Thing in 1968 was where I first met Albert King, through my bud Rufus Thomas. I had a few chats with Albert after that, the last one at the lower level of the Criminal Justice Center in Memphis (Albert got busted more than once for gambling). Here's "Born Under A Bad Sign":OK, I might as well do a two-fer, but I'm skipping the white
