In honour of my dad’s birthday, being as he made me the little music addict I am today, a combined force of two of his favourites pwning you with blues. Not that someone flying off to the Bahamas is really singing the blues!
Love you, daddy! Thank you for making sure I didn’t grow up to be a mindless worshipper of the Top 40.
Day 334: Sweet Home Chicago – Buddy Guy and Eric Clapton live