Hubert Sumlin smiles down on me everyday.
I’ve lived in 8 different houses since I first met Hubert in 2004.
All of them have had a music space of some sort, with guitars and gear spread about. At the centre of this – my special place in any house – is a writing desk where I sit Hubert’s photo, bedecked with Mardi Gras beads, and he beams and shakes his finger at me.
Everybody says it, but Hubert really did have an uncanny knack of making you feel special. When he smiled at you, you really felt smiled…Read more
I’ve lived in 8 different houses since I first met Hubert in 2004.
All of them have had a music space of some sort, with guitars and gear spread about. At the centre of this – my special place in any house – is a writing desk where I sit Hubert’s photo, bedecked with Mardi Gras beads, and he beams and shakes his finger at me.
Everybody says it, but Hubert really did have an uncanny knack of making you feel special. When he smiled at you, you really felt smiled…Read more