Where the Real Blues Is
On Saturday, July 28, four of us headed for Chicago's Loop as we could
not wait to visit a blues club and wrap up our journey by seeing the place to where so
many had moved from the Mississippi Valley during the first decades of the 20th
century.![]() After completing the "Windy-City-in-one-day"
tour, we entered Buddy Guy's Legends on 754 South Wabash at around 8:00 p.m. The
cover charge amounted to about $ 20 and as soon as our eyes got used to the dark we
realized that all the seats were already taken. The bar to our left did not look very
inviting so we moved on to another bar area in the background of the place where we could
rest our tired bodies on a covered billiard table. From there we caught sight of a huge
array of blues paraphernalia on the various walls (e.g. one of John Lee Hooker's guitars),
which created an atmosphere full of genuine feeling. The view and distance to the stage
was acceptable as well so we could hardly wait for the bands to start playing; we were
glad that Mondo's Blues Angels I was lucky enough to stay for yet another two weeks and dive into the
urban jungle where I had lived years ago. It was really tempting for me to go back to the
old blues club I already knew from my earlier stay there.
Tony had left Milan with a vision in mind: Having met Junior Wells, the famous harmonica player, in Italy, he wanted to play the Blues in Chicago ever since. Wells had given him his address and had told him to come and see him. Tony ended up following Junior Wells to Theresa's Lounge, a legendary blues joint on the south side that would serve as spiritual model for Rosa's. But even more than that, Wells adopted Tony as his 'godson' and introduced him to his friends in the Chicago blues scene. Soon, Tony was playing regularly with Jimmy Rogers and the Blues All-Stars. Nowadays, Tony does not perform as often as he used to but he still likes entering the stage for one or two pieces of music before the club closes its doors for the night, which is around 3 o'clock in the morning on weekends.
Melvin Taylor, who performed that night, would be worth much more
than just the following few words. The problem is that I am not an expert in music and I
can describe only very subjectively and emotionally what I saw and heard. As a matter of
fact, I have hardly ever seen any musician treat the guitar like he did - with a few
exceptions - and he strongly reminded me of Jimi Hendrix and Carlos Santana. Unfortunately I did not see Tony Mangiullo on stage that night as
it was already 2 o'clock and my friends wanted to drive back home. But the people I met
during those six hours at the club, as well as their stories and art, render the Chicago
blues experience worthwile. Thank you, Uli and Rich, for making this wonderful evening
possible!
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