Anybody can get the blues, but only B.B. King actually embodied them. With a butterscotch baritone and six strings of sweet sustain, the mountain of a man in a hand-tailored suit pried the music out of the juke joint, strolled it uptown, and drenched the planet in his own signature shade of blue. When you hear his weathered howl—the gold standard of blues vocal performance—the feeling of finality is so pure, you'll want it again and again. That's the power of B.B.