McKinley Morganfield, better known as Muddy Waters, shook my hand and offered me a drink. I was working for a tiny newspaper in some jerkwater town, lugging a notebook and tape recorder and camera. His hand felt like iron. I was sent to interview him, but he really interviewed me and I was too young and dumb to know at the time. The man was a genius. My editor was an ass. Square as a box of Apple Jacks. He wondered why this old guy was worth valuable column inches. Just listen to Muddy sing "Rollin' Stone." Can you dig this?