I had the privilege of seeing BB King in concert in London back in the late 1980s. He was the consummate professional who could hold an audience in the palm of his hand. With Lucille in his hands he played licks that sent shivers down the spine, whether gently coaxing sadness from the strings or delivering a volley of notes. His great soulful voice was capable of great delicacy, as well as a mighty roar and was utterly unique. In between songs, when chatting to his audience, he exuded charm and a natural charisma that made audiences love him. The thrill is gone.