There’s a moment at every Milk’n Blues show where the room shifts. As the groove begins to tighten, the crowd leans in, and something familiar rises up from the stage like a ghost with perfect timing. For me, that moment…
There’s a moment at every Milk’n Blues show where the room shifts. As the groove begins to tighten, the crowd leans in, and something familiar rises up from the stage like a ghost with perfect timing. For me, that moment…