With a new year comes a new endeavor in my quest to spread the word about America's first original music genre. The Blues. For the last three and one half years I've been the author of a weekly Blues Letter for the Boulder Outlook Hotel's venue, Blues & Greens, one of the best live Blues venues ever! Ok, perhaps I'm biased, but I'm far from alone in that assessment. Now I'm hoping to reach a larger audience with my stories about a musical career I never saw coming.
A bit of history. I began my love of the Blues when I was but a teenager. My brother, Kelly, and I had just moved to Washington, D.C. with our parents, and we headed out one evening to explore Georgetown, the section of the city in which we lived. While walking down Wisconsin Avenue, Kelly noticed a sign for the Bob Margolin Blues Band. Now, being a youngster with limited interest in music beyond the most popular, I had no idea who this guy was. Kelly informed me quickly that Bob Margolin played with Muddy Waters. Ok, more confession; I had no idea who Muddy was. Rather than explain, Kelly simply insisted we go in. Being as I wasn't too keen on walking the streets of a new city by my lonesome, I was pretty much without choice.
