Jimmy Reed 'Bright Lights, Big City'
Happening blues stroller from the legendary Jimmy Reed, who adopts more than a slither of the moral high ground in this told-you-so tale of the corrupting big smoke. Easy to imagine Jimmy installed on his front porch, supping a beer and rocking gently to the sound of cicadas and his twelve-string drifting into the evening breeze. Tsking. Tut-tutting. Spitting tobacco into the dry Mississippi dirt.
