North Jersey Blues Society

Something is about to hit. You can sense the magnitude, its impending force. So much so that the air tensely vibrates, audibly buzzing. And then …

March 8, 2025, was a day to remember, as it marked International Women's Day and Women in Blues. The North Jersey Blues Society hosted...

Into the gutbucket we go.

Little Brother Montgomery could sniff out a piano. Any place. Any time.

The music scene is buzzing with excitement, and all eyes are on the latest album from The Bob Lanza Blues Band, titled Breadman's Blues.

In a beautiful collaboration between the NJBS and Blues Alive, a unique musical journey recently took place, celebrating MLK Jr.

Long, long, long before electricity, there was the groove. And blues came even before that. Héritage puts such prehistory back into play.

By its inherent—and infamous—nature, the location encases any recordings that make it out of its clutch within an aura: The sound haunts.

Eliza Neal's latest album, Colorcrimes, is a continuation of her exploration of important social themes and personal growth.

North Jersey Blues Society presents the Women’s History Month Celebration: Women in Blues Showcase Series on 3/8/2025 at The Stanhope House.

Last week, the blues world came alive as the 40th International Blues Challenge (IBC) unfolded in Memphis, Tennessee. Artists, fans, and...

Welcome to murderers’ row. For the next 40some minutes, gritty, old Chicago sends up one killer track after the next—as heard in the 1950s.

Live, BLUES People command the room: a wall of sound pushing out from the stage. Now, that same experience punches out from The Skin I'm In.

Reflecting on the Impact: 2024 North Jersey Blues Society Year in Review

Remember the iconic ad for Maxwell audio cassettes back at the turn of the 1980s? Similar blowback effect with Revelation.

A saxophone—correction, the saxophone of its era—instantly blazes out of the box with no introduction, no windup, no warning.

Last Saturday, the blues crowd gathered for an awesome cause at the Annual Fundraiser Blues Harp Blowout at The Stanhope House.

The mystique of a Blue Moon Marquee record lies as much in the atmosphere generated as in the music itself.

Who needs electricity anyway? Or, for that matter, a band? After all, Robert Johnson rose to the status of godhead without either stuff.

Oh, what a night. It is 1977. B.B. King sports a three-piece suit and a seven-piece band. He is In France. And he is “on.”