I’ve been a fan of Ernest Ranglin’s for years, but only got the chance to see him live last night. I talked with the legend for some time, and he could not have been more gracious. He told me stories of being the guitarist at Ronnie Scott’s in London in 1964 when that city was the music capital of the world. He laughed when I told him the story of how his album “In Search of the Lost Riddim” was the music I picked to play in the maternity ward 15 years ago when my son was born (it’s an incredible record). The album impressed the nurses, who cranked it up, and it was playing when my guy took his first breath. “I made that in Senegal,” Ranglin told me of the record. “A good place for birth.” Here’s my review of Ranglin’s show.