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Playing till sunrise the low-down blues, blew my mind. somethings been missing my whole life.
The music, discard everything else down to the soul. My Blues are the true facts of my life expressed in words and song, feeling, understanding.
Out of the blues: joy, pain, struggle. affirmation with absolute.
It's about the pain and the struggle in the blues, universal pain from having your heart broken.
Purely emotive, like Howlin' Wolf you understand it, because the emotion is darker than some of the loneliest blues.
Relief in all the trials of my life. a 'lowdown dirty shame slow and lonesome, I ain't dead, I'm just supposed to be' the blues.
My blues ain't going nowhere. Ain't goin' nowhere. It's indelible and indispensable.
I’m not a complicated piece of work. But my rhyme scheme can be difficult, spontaneous energy in the works.
Everything I came from is the blues in formality, singing the blues and living the blues, can become completely silent and become a distant sound beneath you.
Yet will be generous in its deliverance of blues and esoteric. My Blues and soul invoke so much pain and beauty, it’s just raw emotion and passion.
Soulful, the kind of blues that develops improvisation, it makes everyone uncomfortable because my blues contain cultural expression and cultural responses to my blackness and to the situation contained in the blues; a philosophical, oral tradition, of passing.
A rhythmic vocabulary obsessed by my approach not to get seduced by my blues, my blues a story, every line a meaning. My blues an infection, a melancholy, sorrowful thing, reflective; simplistic, lyrical and transcends.
Indigenous blues slipping into obscurity, myself a bluesman whose soul has been disturbed by my own experience, own thoughts, no wisdom which leaves ya to sing the blues in the night. My blues are a booze soaked, bar-room drinking the blues off my mind, in a deliberately dismal atmosphere, out of touch with the rhythm
so complex and embracing my blues encompass my self-excellence."
