Back on the radio tomorrow and I have to tell you that I can't wait. Maybe it's the same thing that makes me so happy when I play onstage. I'm really not much when it comes to verbal communication. In a fumbled attempt to explain to the lovely proprietress of a neighborhood watering hole the other evening that I didn't talk to her much because I had a crush on her, she threw back her head, laughing.
"I thought you were just socially awkward," she exclaimed.
Well, they're not mutually exclusive.
Somehow I feel such an intimate sense of connection when I get to share music that I love. The very best for me is to play something for you that you've never heard and that makes the hair on your arms stand up.
Tomorrow I'm planning to share Lonzo and Oscar, Arthur Gunter, Li'l Millet and Jimmy Driftwood. Just like my "stage act" there's not much class. No finesse. I hope I'm not bragging when I tell you that nobody does it with more love and more respect than I do. Respect for these magnificent artists and for the folks tuned in on the radio.