In today’s industry, he’s as unmarketable as an artist can get.
Yet Bugs Henderson’s idiosyncratic attitude has served him well, or at least well enough. , released last spring, is easily the best example to date of Henderson’s seamless fusion of the muscular blues of Freddie King and B. B. King, the crystalline country picking of Chet Atkins, the
clean rockabilly of James Burton’s work behind Ricky Nelson, the precision of jazz great Joe Pass, and the rock fuzz, twang, and feedback of the Ventures, Link Wray, and Duane Eddy. (On a 1988 album he dubbed his sound simply “American music,” making the phrase the album’s title as well.) At once his most diversified and most focused album, Daredevils is also selling better than his others. Even in Europe, where his sales have always exceeded those in the United States, Henderson remains a cult artist, but at least with this release the cult is still growing. Continue reading