Hundreds of Cal students expecting to see B.B. King perform on Sproul Plaza recently were disappointed to find instead Larry the Drummer and an anonymous bassist carrying a sign which read “the King.” Said one student, “I like Larry, and he plays real nice, but he ain’t the King.” When asked to clarify which King he meant, the student looked confused. B.B. fans were hoping to hear such favorites as, “Mississippi Maham, whahaw ooahwooah [deep throaty sound],” and “Lord, my eggs ain’t somolo mohooahee dtoasternow!” Some were even hoping to meet any one of his 13 children, each of whom have a different mother. “I love every single one of the little tax deductions,” B.B. told the Squelch.
