Whose Blues?
Forget ‘Sinners.’ 88-year-old bluesman Buddy Guy is the epitome of rude health, ripping cosmic solos and jerking his neck around like a serpent.
‘We’re talking about chicken here.’
Derek Trucks and his wife Susan ain’t bad, either.
Buddy Guy, born in a small town on the Louisiana side of the Mississippi river on July 30th, 1936, is America’s last surviving human embodiment of the blues. If, in 2025, you are a director making a 1930s period horror film about a young delta sharecropper whose musical ability is wondrous enough to summon a horde of jealous demons and vampires, the list of living blues icons you could credibly cast as the elderly version of the demon-slaying guitar-god-in-training consists only of Guy’s name. In Sinners, Ryan Coogler’s blockbuster from this past spring, Guy is halting and frail, cheeks scarred from his character’s long-ago battle with evil, voice quiet and eyes settled in a state of near-mortal tranquility, long ago having accepted that the devils will be coming back for him. Buddy Guy is, again, 88 years old. He played with Muddy Waters and Howlin’ Wolf. The giants were real to him and to few others still left with us. During Guy’s brief time on-screen Coogler has him gazing airily …