A couple of years ago, my wife and I were walking through Greenwhich Village and we passed some little bar I'd never even heard of and there was a sign written on the back of a pizza box: "2NITE: 8:00 Pinetop Perkins".
My wife isn't a fan, so she didn't know, but I ran inside and asked the guy if there were any tickets left and he said "Tickets? No, it's just a five dollar cover."
So, I asked my wife if she'd come back with me that night and we did.
There were maybe twenty of us in the place and he played like it was Carnagie Hall.
About a month later, he died.
I've got a picture of the two of us in my studio and it's one of my most prized posessions.