Just back from dinner at Fat Fish Blue in Cleveland..and enjoyed 40 minutes of great blues music from the Bryan Lee blues band. Heard a few good songs.... some from his latest album, Katrina was her name (review), which was released late last year and some (eg: The Things That I Used to Do by Guitar Slim) from an older album - Live, Saturday Night at the Old Absinthe House Bar, which is the name of the French quarters bar in New Orleans where Bryan Lee used to regularly play for many years. (Still does? Read somewhere it was closed down and made into a daiquiri bar?)
Wish I had stayed longer and heard them after the break too... but I had finished my meal and did not want to take another drink and sit through the 25 minute break and so decided to come back to the hotel room.
So...here now... wwoz.org or some blues station via shoutcast.com or last.fm or pandora.com or rhapsody.com beckons.
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