I am writing this as Sugar was instrumental in getting me gigs in Paris, France when I sang in a duo Simon & Cyril. I last saw Sugar in Atlanta, some 12 years ago, and I love and miss him. He taught me lots about not being afraid to do what I do. We played our last gig together at La Defense in Paris. Sugar you're wonderful, God Bless and Keep you, and take care of yourself...your talent is God given, and can't be, it cannot be REPLACED!!! Simon

Hey Sugar Blue we met today 7/2/08 at JFK and I listened to some of your songs like I said I would and you sound really great! You are one cool dude. I really dig your sound. I would like to see you in concert one day. It was a pleasure meeting you and hope you enjoy your trip.

SUGAR, I was very fortuniate to see your grand performance at LA With Linda Marie WOW great job and your as good as it gets! DEBRA

In a age when musicians are packaged and delivered like fast-food products, Sugar Blue transcends the mediocrity of today’s music, reminding us that there is no satisfying substitute for cultivated talent. As was true with his first two albums, Blue Blazes and In Your Eyes, Sugar Blue’s harp is the true “lead vocalist” in Code Blue. Soulful, sexy, and refined, his harp wails to perfection. Still, this CD offers more than powerful, honeyed vocals, a perfect mix of stellar musicians, and the awe-inspiring harp sounds you’ve come to expect from Sugar Blue. It also delivers a fascinating revelation of the heart and the life of the man who makes that harp sing. Sugar Blue opens this musical autobiography of the soul with Krystalline, a song whose beat is as seductive as the cocaine that almost destroyed him, then follows it up with two songs that celebrate the music that impassions him: Chicago Blues, a tune that honors bluesmen past, and Bluesman, the energy-charged song that celebrates without apology who Sugar Blue is today. The angst of his social conscience is laid bare in heavy-hitting songs like Nola and Let it Go, and his loves and losses play themselves out in the swanky I Don’t Know Why, the mournful Walking Alone, and the kickin’ Shed No Tears. His self-exploration is expressed in I Don’t Know Why, and his playful nature exposes itself in the silken sound and fun lyrics of Bad Boy’s Heaven. Put these songs together, and you’ve got an album made of grit and silk that kicks contemporary blues up a notch and affirms what is true—The Rolling Stone’s loss, is our gain!