I've known for quite some time that Scott H. Biram is one bad motherfucker. He's proven it to me onstage a couple different occasions and on wax, releasing solid album after solid album of his take on the One Man Blues. For my money, contemporary blues don't get much better. What I didn't know was that ten years ago today he was involved in a vicious collision with an eighteen wheeler and actually lived to tell about it. Two rods in his leg, plates in his arm and foot and a foot and half of his intestines, yes, intestines, removed. Glad to report that he's still touring relentlessly, bringing tales of the road that now have just a little more significance to them. Here's to you, Scott. Next one's on me....
thirty second clip of the wreckage: