Let me tell you about Mr. Fletcher.  He once stood waist deep in the Gulf of Mexico and played the blues for the stingrays swimming at his feet.  He played the blues for a herd of Buffalo in the Black Hills of South Dakota.  On a corner, in front of BB King's Blues Club, on the world famous Beale Street in Memphis, standing in the pouring rain ... he played the blues.  And then standing under the giant guitar hanging above Sun Recording Studio where Elvis and many of the great blues legends recorded their classics ... he played the blues there too.  He has played the blues in bars, casinos, restaurants, diners, coffeehouses, lodges, country clubs and about any other kind of place people gather to listen to music, from Florida to Boulder Colorado from Illinois to Omaha Nebraska.  "Mr. Fletcher" has played at festivals and fairs, on theatre stages, and in art galleries, on farm wagons in pastures, shopping

center parking lots, busy metropolis street corners and political victory celebrations.  My name is Keith Fletcher.  I play the blues.  Let me play for you.

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