them up. BB swings through his all-time greats now. The air fills with whisky fumes and a surprising level of chatter, and there are curses exchanged with a redneck family, one of whom is blind drunk, unsteady on his feet, blocking people's views and trying to steal an elderly man's fedora hat. For "Every Day I Have The Blues", BB's voice is like that instrument again, at once guttural but velvet, while he apparently sings with his guitar, Lucille talking back to the singer. There's a rendition of "See That My Grave Is Kept Clean" -- that great blues anthem about the imminence of death that makes the blood run cold: it has a chunky-rolling feel to it, pierced by the searing defiance of King's guitar, and the nearest he gets to a field holler tonight even if it's on Lucille. "Not bad for an 86-year-old," he says, signing off the night that has now become early morning in cotton country.