Hoochie Coochie Guy

Went to Chicago last night. One hour away from Geneva. This may recall to some of you one of the very first posts of that blog. A year ago, happy birthday. For some people, a year has passed when they celebrate New Year's Eve. Christmas. The first day of spring. Or whatever. I can tell you a year has passed cause Montreux is back. I mean, the quiet town on the banks of Geneva Lake had not disappeared in the meantime, of course not. What I mean is that the famous Montreux Jazz Festival is back! This year, no Brazilian Night for me (well, I may still change my mind, as it's scheduled next Saturday). Rather, I had the extreme privilege to listen to one of the legends of Chicago Blues, Ladies and Gentlemen please welcome Mr Buddy Guy!!!
I used to listen a lot of blues, say 10-15 years ago (wow, makes me feel old!), slightly less since then. Yesterday not only I was in Chicago but also back to these "Blues years". I felt I was 15. Or 72. God I'd love to be in such a good shape when I'm Buddy's age. No wonder the music was perfect, what I did not expect was such a show!!! He's like a kid, joking and making funny faces, walking through the public, even let a 10 year-old boy strumming his guitar while Buddy was making great riffs with his left hand. As for the music, he gratified us with some great classics such as Muddy Water's Hoochie Coochie Man or a homemade version of Fever. Those artpieces were also balanced by more intimate songs, including a beautiful one to appear in his next CD: I just can't wait!

And guess what? He offered this gift: Wilson Pickett's Mustang Sally! Ride, Buddy, Ride...