We go backward in the blues, starting with the devil we know, and crawling back in time to find that devil's teachers. Chuck Berry is from St. Louis, several states up from the Mississippi from the Delta, but he worshiped at the altars of Muddy Waters and Elmore James, hung with Bo Diddley, and made records with Willie Dixon, all of whom came from the muggy, green, mosquito infested, beautiful birthplace (or breeding ground) of guitar-based blues. I just got to go there for the first time, (for too short a time), and for the next couple of days I will share the experience as best I can. If you're a Chuck Berry fan, or a blues fan, I recommend you go. Great food, great music, great people-- what more can you ask for?