Year: 2015

He was born Otha Ellas Bates McDaniels…but you know him as Bo Diddley. Still can’t picture the man? Well, have ya ever heard this sound before? Call that the Bo Diddley beat. Once he came out with it, everybody followed suit…

This is the latest from The Bluesmobile’s C.C. Rider, who spends her life venerating the founding fathers of the blues. She’s walked the…

When you got the Blues, it don’t matter the season. They head on down the chimney anyway. But Christmas brings a special kinda feeling. A lump-of-coal kind of blues delivered by Old Saint Nick…

A new verification from the Guiness World Record most successful forensic artist is about to ignite fierce discussion in the blues community.

This is the latest installment of our weekly series The Language of the Blues, in which author and rock musician…

When James Milton Campbell Jr. was a kid growing up in Greenville, Mississippi, he was drawn to all kinds of music. He loved the country and western radio programs beamed out from the Grand Ol’ Opry. And he was steeped in the sounds of his Delta home: field hollers, gospel songs, the deepest blues…

If Big Mama’s body was big, her talent was cosmic. Big Mama Thornton is one of the most bad-ass women in blues…

This is the latest installment of our weekly series The Language of the Blues, in which author and rock musician…

At first, they called themselves Snoopy and the Sopwith Camels. A trio from Worcester, Mass. Three college students who played acoustic blues. A bassist, Danny Klein, a harmonica player, Richard Salwitz, and a guitarist, John Geils. They took the names Dr. Funk, Magic Dick, and—yep—J. Geils…

This is the latest from The Bluesmobile’s C.C. Rider, who spends her life venerating the founding fathers of the blues. She’s walked the…