Grey winter. Rain-soaked fields stretch to the horizon in all
directions. The combines and cultivators hibernate, huddled motionless in the drizzle like cattle. The sounds of guitars come from inside a shack with the
chimney smoke. Two men wrangle music from their instruments.

You’re back to
Mississippi.....

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Pierluigi (P.G.), a giant of a man with the heart of an angel commands
his resonator and playfully attacks the strings with a piece of glass. He was first attracted to the metal guitar because “It was shiny!” and first attracted
to the blues of the Mississippi Delta because he felt it and understood it.....

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Marco, a sly trickster who lives in an ancient basement converses with
his blues. He picks a beautiful “second” guitar and sings like he knows a dirty
little secret. Collectively they are known as PAPA LEG ACOUSTIC BLUES DUO and
they are two groovy Italian brothers who can really pick and sing the blues.....

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....“God bless Italy and pass the antiseptic”....

-Jimbo Mathus....

Memphis, TN....