I never really recovered from Junior Wells’ album Hoodoo Man Blues. A zillion years ago I asked my older brother to teach me how to play the bass in a blues band, and he handed me the record, nearly twenty years old already. “That’s about it,” he said, and he was right.

The album cover showed Junior Wells in the 1965,  nobody’s business business suit bluesman regalia that was captured so accurately and amiably in The Blues Brothers.

But by 1971, Junior Wells and Buddy Guy and friends were in orbit around the planet Dacron in the Huggy Bear galaxy:

The sartorial fastball might be coming in high and outside, but with the same amount of mustard as ever.