A Wolf howled in Chicago
In the early 1970s, my hometown—Chicago—was a hotbed of blues. I discovered the blues in high school via the Rolling Stones, and I began to frequent the city’s blues clubs as a college student, at first while still underage. From Theresa’s, the South Side tavern where Junior Wells performed, I progressed to the West Side, where on weekends I would head down Madison Street to see Howlin’ Wolf at Big Duke’s Blue Flame Lounge.
Crudely drawn erotic silhouettes adorned the walls of the Blue Flame, providing the setting for a
