Growing up in Ottawa, does it give you the blues? You have to believe that it is. Ask Sue Foley. The blues is a kind of chronic disease, or the only remedy that heals the soul: it sticks to the heart and body of the singer-guitarist since the early 1990s. From her first album, the tone was set: blues electric, groove vigorous à la Fabulous Thunderbirds, minimalism à la texane. About fifteen records later, the circle is complete: Pinky’s Blues pays homage to America’s most forbidding state, a place of violent contrast where the capital Austin is a mecca for the freedom to create, with the derricks and the reactions all around. With its faithful Telecaster with pink pattern paisley, Sue the irreducible traverses Texas up and down and from worst to best, crossing Southern men hay-eating beasts just as much as the proud two-step dancers of a Two bit texas town. Without forgetting the indestructible Jimmy Vaughan, who wanted to greet the Hurricane Girl, the time of a shuffle. See you at Antone’s.
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