And Sweet Home Chicago

Fuck, man, Howlin' Wolf.

One time in 1966 me and Joan were out of New York City, heading for the Coast, and we stopped off in Chicago to hear Wolf. “You peoples have never heard the Wolf..." We went to a little club in Old Town and after a while Wolf's band showed up and began to play. But Wolf didn't show up. “Where's Volf?" people asked, but nobody knew nd it beg m to loo 'c as though he wasn't oing to mrke it.

I was ready brought down - I had sen waiting to hear Wolf for a couple years, and we were leaving town the next morning. Shit. But I started to listen to the band, and they were pretty good. In fact, they were amazing. So after a while I aidn’t, care that Wolf wasn’t there - the music was enough, and we started feeling pretty good. “Listen to that music, peoples.,. ”