Singers: Blues Boy

Nobody performs the blues like B. B. King —except, perhaps, Lucille. Resplendent in an iridescent raspberry-red suit, King clutches his fists up beside his temples as his voice shifts from a plangent baritone to a falsetto wail: "Worry, worry, worry— worry's all I can do."

Glittering in red, gold and mother-of-pearl, Lucille answers in a wordless, keening obbligato. King rides the beat with his whole body, nudging it with his knee, slashing across it with his voice. Lucille skitters in and around it, then swoops up to hover on long, suspended blue notes that make King grimace with...

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