The great blues piano player Pinetop Perkins passed today. Somewhere I've got some snapshots of me and him after I interviewed him on the radio one day about five or six years ago. He was in his 90s already, played live in the studio, and told stories from another era of music and life. He was smoking Kool cigarettes on the fire escape before and after the broadcast. What a character.
He told me he ate the same thing at every meal -- two Big Macs and two of Mickey D's apple pies. I was aghast but it sure seemed to be serving him well.
If I can find those photos I'll scan and post.
Requiescat In Pace.