 | STEVE WHITE
Snapping twang, sliding bottleneck grease, wringing beef-jerky riffs from his Taylor; singing with grit, groove and grace. Chuffing on a braced harmonica and pounding time on barbecue boom box with clog-clad feet. Just when you think you're as "Delta Down" as you can be, he slips in a smirker like "Living Large in My Malibu" or a southern-fried reading of Dylan's "Highway 61 Revisited" and you're swamp-boating past the mangroves and into the sea wearing an alligator grin.
This amazing musician is truly unique among a plethora of blues players, and always has people jumping around and stomping their feet whenever he plays!
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