Howlin’ Wolf. Fairfield Hall, Croydon England, 1964.
We were a bunch of white boys and she didn’t know whether she was going to stay. After we did the first song, she moved in. She drank Orange Tommys, a prepackaged gin drink. She’d get a whole tray of ‘em and line ‘em up on the piano. And eat pigs’ feet. It was boogie at the highest level…She could make fourteen notes, seven notes with each hand.—Jim Dickinson, It Came From Memphis