What does blue mean to you?

Is it more than a harmonic structure or a particular chord progression? The use of bending and sliding pitches?

Aaaah, take me with you Hay-zeus! The blues are a form of music first sung and played by slaves with it's very foundation firmly rooted in the reflection of life's deepest emotions. Loss, love, celebration.

It is the perfect platform to speak out against any oppression or injustice and who can't relate to life being unfair from time to time?

 This is blues power, deeply rooted in American Musical History and beyond just the use of the I, IV and the V chords. Don't start me a-talkin'. I'll tell everything I know. I'm gunna break of this signified, cause somebody got to go. Have you ever been mistreated? You know just what I'm talkin' about.

The best part? You still get to choose:  8, 12, or the always popular voice of choice, the 16 bar blues, with as many variations, including blues from the Mississippi Delta on up to Chicago gone electric.

Nearly all blues are played to a 4/4 time signature, which means 4 beats in every measure, each quarter note equal to one beat, OR, three half steps from the tonic to the second note of the blue scale, two from the second note to the third and so on and on unto Infinity. EIEIO.

So, who are the 4 heads of your Mt. Rushmore?

This will be a four part series focusing on slide guitar, blues harp, piano and the 4 heads of the Blues Mt. Rushmore

Breathe into me: now I'm ready for you, I hope you're ready me. I'm gonna write a letter...telephone every town I know cuz I gut the boogie woogie right down in my very soul. Look over Yonder's Wall and hand down that walkin' cane. Last night I lost the best friend I ever had and I'll tell ya the reason why...

Don't the sun look so lonesome shading down behind the trees? Don't your house look lonesome when your baby's packed to leave? I have to leave, leave you baby, because you know you done me wrong.

Can you hear me when I call? Oh, you aint so big. You juss tall...that's all. If I should take a notion to jump in the ocean, it aint nobody's business if I do! It's gunna be raining outdoors...I gutta find my __________ if it takes all night and day. Stop breakin' down! Mama please, everybody's fighting about a spoonful. I gut a girl that lives upon the hill...(I cain't quit you baby!) ...what a lonesome feeling when you're by yourself. Nobody knows you when you're down and out. In your pocket not one penny...as for friends...you aint got any! Born under a bad sign. Been down since I began to crawl. If it wasn't for bad luck...would have no luck at all. I'm going down Louisiana: get me a .

Wake up Mama, turn your lamp down low. ..language move me....like a huuuricane. You sprinkled hot soul powder all round your Daddy's door. We gunna picture wang dang doodle aaall night long.

It keeps me with a ramblin' mind, rider, ever old place I go.

On the 7th hour of said seventh day it was seven months before the seventh doctor fiiinally said,

"no insurance is bad luck and I know you see, that's 7 hundred dollars so don't you mess with me!

Don't care when you go, how long you stay, good time treatments bring you back someday..."  

I'll gunna keep crawlin' til the day I die.

Bring me another half pint. Let me tell you something: I swear to _______________ it's true! If you give your love to me, I'm gonna give it all to you. You know it's true! You gutta mella down eeeeasy babe...I believe my baby got a black cat bone? I called her Mama bout 3-4 nights ago...well her Mother said, Son, don't call my casa no more!

(...speaker ambles to the crossroads....falls down on his knees.) 

Sometimes I wonder what's gunna happen to my poor wife and chile?

                                           author does not claim authorship just intense appreciation

My home is on the water, I don't like no land at all. I'd rather be dead than to stay here and be your dog. Laugh at me walking...I have no place to go. Bad luck and trouble been followen...since 'fore I'se born. Guess I'm gunna leave you all alone...

So it's the Sure Thing and Magic show in the NBA Finals.

Just as well...the LeBron and Kobe puppets hadda go...though the matchup would have been intriguing...Trust that a depleted Celtics squad left it all on the court...and the Magic are no joke! The inside out is lethal! Howard actually has more than great skin and a nice smile...we want it to go 7!

Time among the musty catacombs has once again proved worthwhile. Information ken be gathered. This feeling has no certain ceiling. A physical ailment is of little matter...in the short run. Right Bleed?

Music and life schemes are all about spacing or have we just met? I've been waiting by this here win-da. On that you ken be sure: contemplating more than just the rich and the poor...time ken be a tunnel in a drop of rain on a desert as we strive toward the single source of being....kindred souls, but not necessarily swapping spit. Have you found the sound of yourself yet? ...in the flea circus of strange social circles handing out rose petals to the twisted maze of people protected in packs-trapped in a tin can?

Upon leaving the shores of sincerity there is no stage presence! Nudity seems to be the painful process by which we stand alone...unarmed as only ourselves...

Have a classic week!

It comes from any mouth;

a mind beyond measurement, before the shackles of judgment

set for atonement...

and a bright future in the NOW.

Sooooooooooooooo with all the time ahead NOT to tinker, count this cat among the wounded "kinna" walkin...

after endin up just fine in the local ER.

Remember-gathering firewood in the forest is noble

but one should not become the firewood.