Blues I Missed You
It’s been a few weeks since I soaked in my real favorite music on the ride home.
Blues, I missed you.
You are light in my darkness, warmth in my cold. Timely and timeless, never old. At work I am surrounded by pop tinged
genres. Lady Gaga and One Direction sing
out from the room near my office, Kenny Chesney and Miranda Lambert twang it
down the hall, Linkin Park rocks the northwest corner of the building, Colbie
Caillat whisps comfortably numb next door to Pink Floyd.
When I slide into my car, it’s Buddy Guy, Joe Bonamassa,
Tommy Castro, Stevie Ray Vaughn. Three
chords, twelve bars, songs about guys who live in bars, lyrics of heartache,
heart break, hard-ons and hard times.
Gritty guitar licks, brassy sax riffs, hoarse cig-tuned voices, a shot
and a beer pours through my ear.
The DJ calls it Bluesville.
I call it home.
Stevie
Tommy
Joe
Joe
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