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07/14/02 - No blues today. I�ve got a country thing going. You can tell by my choice in music ... New Riders of the Purple Sage, (come on now, you remember Panama Red, don�t you) Bob Dylan�s Nashville Skyline ... Yes, oldies but goodies. I recently was hipped to the fact that Jorma Kaukonen, the Jorma of Jefferson Airplane/Hot Tuna fame, had a new CD out. I ordered it sight unheard. It�s fantastic! Fits right in there with the other two CD�s to make for a great country afternoon. Now if I only knew the two step ... Never mind, I think you need two for that anyway. It�s uplifting music in a sort of a different way to me, different from the blues. I really get carried away by the blues, totally. The country funk stuff doesn�t hit me in quite the same way, but it hits all the same. And some of this country funk is sort of bluesy too. Maybe I need a little break from the blues. I�ve had a couple of occasions to actually feel blue lately, the move and .... So, when I went to the Pub the other night to hear Mr. Blues, I was able to say �I am� when he asked if anyone was feeling blue. I�d been having some cravings for my local favorite Blues Man and the �hit� was welcomed and healing at that. The Pub is a nice place to gravitate to, blues or not. It�s a haven of sorts. Weird things happen there sometimes, and there�s a lot of stories hidden away amongst the patrons, but it still feels pretty safe to me. Mr. Blues sort of got into a confrontation on Jam Night. It was �a moment,� nothing out of hand or anything. But, it had a lot to do with respect. I don�t care how comfortable you feel with someone, respect should still be there, evident. And, when you don�t know someone too well, feeling respect is sure a good sign as to whether you want to know them better or not. Mr. Blues put a little unexpected drama into the situation, I�m not sure he meant for unhooking the amplifier to cause such a splash, but he was still as respectful as someone who�s a little perturbed could be. I�m sure he was angry inside, but it wasn�t anger I saw, just a little case of feeling disrespected. There wasn�t any blues at the Pub this weekend. I guess you could call it more of a rock and roll blend, oldish, newish, catchy cover stuff. I�m not really sure. Mr. Bread gets into some stuff I call slow and sexy. And the Reality Boys have got some originals. But, it�s good. It�s all good. We got bombarded by a mob of bar �crawlers� on Saturday night. They came with maps and itineraries and time schedules ... organized bedlam, well, not quite. They seemed to be behaving themselves and having a great time. So, I had a blues break. Well sort of. I was treated to an enjoyable taste of something called Classic Rhythm and Blues, sort of oldies but goodies, stuff of my youth, fun stuff. And that was that, I�m no longer blue. Oh, I still love the blues, but my feelings are becoming more like mellow yellow. |