A Pleasant Man
by Regis Boff
Between 1972 and 1991, 78% of all rock shows used B.B. King as an opening act.
I saw him perform at least 22% of those times.
99% of those audiences were white, and 99.95% of them were impatient to have him leave the stage to get to their headliner.
Only 45% of the headliners had ever heard of him, and the remainder adored him because they thought he made them look cool and because he came cheap.
B.B King would have played to a herd of sheep if he got paid.
The sheep would have been bored but the big winners.
He appeared to me to be was the highest of all things, a pleasant man.
That is, on the rare occasion I paid any attention to him.