The term “the blues” came from the music created in New Orleans many years ago, with jazz and other instrumental groups of kinds that sprang up from the earth and started to sing. Just like these beautiful flowers that I cannot name for even though they have a name, to me it is simpler to just call them blues. I used to go to Blues Bars and listen to the musicians who played in those normally less than desirable venues and when I would go and really listen to the sounds that came from those saxophones and trumpets and steel guitars and six strings, it would invoke some deep longing within me to let go of old pain and hurt. Letting it go by going through it and coming out the other side. You know the old saying, you cannot sing the blues unless you have been there. Truer still, you may empathize and even identify with the lyrics, however, the pain and sadness that is usually expressed within the musicians tool box is his own, his own journey to work through, for he knows that when he does, he will feel the power of redemption. Peace M
April 30, 2009
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