If you spent longer than a beer and a shot in a black bar room sometime in the last couple decades, either in the South or else somewheres with a jukebox that sounds like it thinks it’s still there, you’ve heard “Down Home Blues.” And it goes without saying that you’re the better for it too. Nearly all his career, ZZ Hill was the warm-up act, the small print on the poster, but then came “Down Home Blues.” He didn’t live long enough to know how long the hit would last (it’s still a hit today, still on all those same jukeboxes) but he did live long enough to know that everything had changed. Not all of us get that. Hardly any of us get that.