The blues makes me happy. I know that seems like a paradox at first, but once I explain what I mean it might still seem like a paradox. Either way, its still a true statement. There is something pure about blues music that comes straight from an otherwise unreachable place. Blues is the only form it can take. I can't help but smile when I hear B.B. King's Lucille or when I hear John Lee Hooker sing One burbon, One scotch, one beer. Sometimes I get a specific feeling where the only thing that helps is listening to and/or playing the blues. Its like a sharp pain in the side of my soul that will only be eased by something equally sharp and painful. Does that make sense? And then, once the blues takes effect, the pain is gone and is replaced by something as joyful as it was painful. The blues is a beautiful thing.
One really shouldn't forget the babysitting blues!
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