Mississippi blues barnstormer R.L. Burnside died earlier on 1 September. I forgot to mention the loss of one of my state’s greatest, and weirdest, musicians because, well, other events were happening around that time. This turns out to be a blessing in disguise, because I was able to bypass all of the dreary, by-the-numbers obituaries that I’m sure were published two weeks ago. Indeed, the first one I’ve bothered to read is this fine one by Lou Friedman.
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