It's a packed Tuesday night at BB's Jazz, Blues and Soups, and the crowd doesn't pay much attention when three young gentlemen wearing dapper hats and sharp trousers take the stage. But less than a minute into the trio's set, most of the room is captivated. Two of the men share singing duties, exploring the deep, pained voices of the blues. Occasional hootenanny-style off-microphone hollering energizes the audience, as does a mournful,... More >>>