Pop-music scribbler: Steve Simels
Which the absolute, bottom-basement level of online reference, Wikipedia says is: "Little Milton playing in Jackson, Mississippi in 2002." Maybe if you hadn't spent so much time with pale imitations you'd not be in such complete ignorance of a major blues artist. You couldn't even be bothered to do that much work.
And then there's his auto-biographical song.
It doesn't matter if he played Flute-o-phone, I'd still rather listen to Little Milton than Eric Clapton. It's like preferring butter to margarine, thinking to what you do.
Update: Watch him but, even more, listen to him sing.
And more about where what others merely copy came from.
Update 2: Really, Simps, if you want to keep directing people to this post, in which you reveal yourself as a rather shockingly ignorant pop-music scribbler, I'm powerless to stop you. And, no, I'm not going to let you deflect attention from what you said in such self-revealing ignorance. I didn't make you write it, why should I let you try to bury it?
Update 3: No, Simps. I'm not one of the easily distracted tots of Eschaton, I'm not going to get side-tracked into something that you bring up to try to get yourself off the hook. You're the standard white-focused pop-music hack who proved he was ignorant of a major black artist. That's the issue. Bonnie Raitt has been acknowledging the roots of the music she performs since the beginning of her music career, putting the originators of it forward. The white boys with the big names and the jillions made from that music, not so much.