In the late 70s I opened for Hound Dog Taylor and the Houserockers @ the Earl of Old Town in Chicago. No bass player, just a guy on a telecaster and a drummer. Hound Dog jumps up on a chair and hollars, "All right, M***********s let's get it goin'!" They tore the place down. HDT played some off brand Pac-Rim guitar w/about a thousand switches on it. He keep it in a cardboard case and said he had a dozen more just like it because they were cheap. He was raw, raucous, and raunchy...I LOVED him. Off stage he was real nice and gave encouragement in always being 'me'. "Don't never imitate nobody and always have some blues in your music." Sage advice from one who deserved wider acclaim.