At his pinnacle, Buddy Guy's probably the most amazing electric guitarist living. I say "at his pinnacle" because his albums sometimes skew uneven, and live, he tends to take breaks mid-set, turning the spotlight over to sidemen. But when he's on, when he's in the middle of an electric flurry, you hear an invocation, a summoning. Something invisible, formless, comes alive in the fusillades of bent notes. Something lives. Something walks. Guy's worth following and worth shelling out for, on even the chance that some summoning might happen. ANDREW HAMLIN

Tickets go on sale 2/7 at 10 a.m.