We rolled into town to check out one of the greatest bluesmen, performers, singers and voices in the history of the blues – the great Howlin’ Wolf!!
We found his monument OK and the fabulous museum – unfortunately, the museum was shut!! We peered through the windows though!!
I was too late for them all. RL Burnside, Junior Kimbrough and Howlin’ Wolf were all dead. The club where Burnside used to play was burnt down. All I could do was some Blues archeology.
At least they had recognised the importance of one of their great alumni. There was a statue and museum to the great Howlin’ Wolf.
West Point was a typical Southern town
The plaque to Chester Burnett’s wife.
The statue to Howlin’ Wolf
The Howlin’ Wolf Museum. It was shut.
I bought a pile of Blues CDs at a shop along the road.
Murals on the wall showing scenes of yesteryear.
Howlin’ Wolf peering across the street at us.
If only I’d been here twenty years before or fifty years before. I could smell blues in the air. But I couldn’t see or hear it.