A few years back, I was standing with a colleague at Antone's in Austin, Texas -- the old location, not the new and comparatively upscale club that's now in the heart of downtown -- and we were on the dance floor, doing that awkward white-guy wiggle -- completely agog at the singular racket that was emanating from the tiny stage not 5 feet in front of us. Bluesman Junior Kimbrough was holding forth with his small combo, playing what amounted to a droning one-chord stomp interspersed with vocal moans and shrieks that spoke of -- well, who... More >>>