Around my 16th birthday, I attended the B.B. King Blues Festival at Polaris Amphitheater. Maybe I wasn’t mature enough to appreciate King’s chair-bound set, but I left underwhelmed by the headliner.
On the other hand, Buddy Guy’s rocking, electrified take on the genre played directly into my teen sensibilities. He sprinted all over the stage and even up and down the aisles, sweating his way through solos that showed no signs of rust.
That was 12 years ago, but I’m willing to bet Guy can still give youthful guitar slinger Jonny Lang a run for his money in the energy department.