In a weak attempt to get myself prepared for my upcoming open-mic show I have been busy listening to one man blues recordings. Let ma just say that the blues makes me feel so good. I can’t really understand why, when what they are singing about is slavery, broken hearts, and the like. It’s all about suffering, yet I have a huge smile on my face.
*And no, not becasue I like slavery!* _(Smartass)_
It reminds me of the movie _The Jerk_ with Steve Martin, where after Steve’s character has a freak out, his black mother comes into comfort him and asks him if he wants to come out and sing some blues to which he responds “I don’t know why, but that music depresses me!”