I saw him play a DC Blues Folk Festival a couple of decades ago. Later, that afternoon, I was sitting on a bench, hungover, head down, resenting the muggy heat. Someone sat down beside me, and out of the corner of my eye, I noticed fat, black, ringed sausage fingers holding a hot dog. I had watched so many closeups of BB playing Lucy, that I knew it was the King before I lifted my head.
I remember mostly the tone of the conversation, rather than the details. He was warm, open, friendly, inviting, unhurried and completely at ease and made me feel equally at ease. Unlike some talks I've had with celebrities, he made me feel completely comfortable and welcome. Like most truly accomplished, great musicians I've met over the years, he answered my questions with respect and showed great dignity. The one line I remember very clearly, was a bit of advice he honored me with as one musician to another. "Son, it ain't what you play that makes it the blues - it's what you leave out." Next time you hear him play, listen for that - the notes that you anticipate but aren't played. It is one the many techniques this great artist used to build and release tension and make his music.
I've told this story many times - probably did so somewhere else in this forum. I will again. He made a lasting impression on me as a performer and human being. God bless him, bless all those that love him, and all those he loved. RIP, BB. We love you. Pax