Now comes news via DCist that B.B. King is scheduled to be rolled out on to the Strathmore’s stage. The DCist poster with the misfortune of hyping this news gives it their best spin:
While Father Time has taken away some of King’s technique and forced him to perform seated, his soul is firmly intact and he still packs an emotional wallop every time he sings or plays a note.
But let’s be honest here. King makes one hate the blues in the same way Leno makes one hate comedy. King’s schtick is a tired one. Someone should just take Lucille out to pasture and tell Mr. King that he’s best on TV informing the public on the best way for diabetics to test their blood.