Calvin Cooke is approximately my favorite musician ever.
There have been other good ones, certainly -- Clapton and Hendrix and any Marsalis. But what Cooke does stirs emotions in special ways.
If you aren't familiar with him, you can catch him Sunday (Aug. 14) -- if you live near East Lansing, Mich. That's when the National Folk Festival wraps up.
(Yes, I usually prattle about TV; see previous blogs. But this one and the ones around it deal with the festival, this weekend.)