Another one of my bluesmen from Phoenix. Big Pete Pearson is too cool. He holds court at the corner of the bar at the Rhythm Room; fans and friends gathering around to say hello or listen to a story or two. When it’s his turn to join the band, he pulls his microphone out of his pocket and casually strolls up to the stage. The first time this happened, I couldn’t figure out who was singing (I was in a dark corner by the stage) until he emerged from the crowd.
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