Lara and I just returned from another pilgrimage to Chicago to see Buddy Guy at his Legends club. Incredible. Every time I see him I’m astounded by his showmanship, and when he’s on his home turf, all hell breaks loose.
It was mind-numbingly cold, so frigid it took our breath away when we stepped out of the hotel. We went over to a sushi place before the show, where we met Mike, one of Buddy’s disciples. It was Mike who instigated our first pilgrimage to see Buddy, and he secured our tickets for this show.
When we got to Legends, the place was packed, and Buddy blew the doors off it. He rolled off one searing guitar solo after another and spent a lot of time moving through the crowd, going up to the bar, even wandering back into the bathroom. The crowd loved it. We loved it. And I think that’s the best Buddy Guy show I’ve ever seen. He was wailing.I posted a few photos here on my Flickr account.