Maybe I shouldn’t have been surprised, but it was pretty unexpected to hear immortal bluesman Bukka White playing over the PA at a First Hill bar on a Monday night. It had been too long since I'd last listened to Bukka, and damn, did he sound incredibly vital in that urban-boho setting. Bukka's music is the real, raw shit, into which sometimes you gotta dig amid your steady diet of 21st-century audio edibles, just to keep you honest and rooted.
(Does anyone remember Railroad Jerk's awesome cover of "Fixin' to Die Blues"? That spurred me to get into Bukka. Praise be.)
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