Pinetop Perkins, who just passed away at the age of 97, was one of those ageless blues musicians. Jeez, I first saw him over two decades ago at the old Lone Star Cafe in Manhattan (I miss that iguana on the roof!). Here he is going strong at 95.
Here's how he lived life in his later years, which is a hell of a lot better (and more dignified) than many senior citizens today.
