Having pored over these catalogs before, Iâm used to having to dig for a twelve-bar that is not âRoadhouse Blues.â This particular catalog is no different, although I rate the finds as unconventional, bordering even on decent â a Jimmy Reed cover (by Elvis), an eight-bar (âSporting Life Bluesâ), and a jump-blues title track from a movie that no one within a twenty-block radius of K-town has ever seen (again, Elvis).
I take a quick glance around the room. âSporting Lifeâ is definitely out. The two Elvis tunes, also out: too obscure. I figure the closest the people in this room have come to an âElvisâ moment, if at all, was Robin Zander in 1988âŠ
Nineteen eighty-eight.Â
I flip back a few pages in the catalog, punch in 2-0-4-7-1 into the remote, and wait. Several minutes later, I hear Scotty Mooreâs intro riff coming through the speakers.
âUh, who picked this one? Anyone?â
I reach for the mic. âThis oneâs me.â















