When Tony Joe White last played New York at Joe's Pub in September, his concert poster made him out to be a slick Stevie Ray Vaughn type. Not to fear though, as his sound had only grown more fierce in the four decades since his first singles. That night, White was less a white boy playing the blues and more like a white boy plying some sort of blue-green algae: verdant, dank, and—when he'd stomp on that telltale wah pedal of his (always credited as the "Whomper... More >>>