Last of the Blues Greats

I just read -- and urged you to do so -- this article about Robert Ross, a veteran blues guitarist who has played the club scene in NYC and around the country for more than 50 years.

Even though Ross jammed with Jimi Hendrix back in the day and played at hallowed, long-gone NYC institutions like Max's Kansas City, Ross has never become rich and famous or any kind of star. He's remained, for more than half-a-centry, a journeyman muscian, a traveling man singing for his supper, a living relic of a time and music long gone by.

Yet Ross endures, sharing his genuine love the blues with people everywhere he goes. In some ways, he's a real life Llewyn Davis -- a singer/guitarist committed to a type of music that's not very popular, certainly not lucrative, but has so much soul and spirit, provides so much joy, that he's willing to keep performing it for pennies.

Ross's life story both saddens and inspires, making you realize that sometimes your love and pride in your work is the only reward you'll get -- and sometimes that's enough.