We were listening to Roy Buchanan's tasty blues.

Next to me with his shot glass pinched and lips wet with whiskey, Ray told me, Roy Buchanan was walking down a street when they picked him up for public drunkenness.

Buchanan's sounds tore through the party and accompanied Ray's Tullemore Dew.

Ray described a pioneer, a solo artist, a guitarist that died badly either on purpose or by mistake.

Buchanan was walking down the street when the police came for him. They threw him in a cell.

The deputy came in the next day and found Roy hanging by his shirt. Was the story true?

Buchanan's sounds filled the night as we toasted 2012 and laughed at ourselves.