who here identifies with the BLUES?

a show of hands please... in a smokey juke joint many feet tappin' the wood floor in unison
the imagery and the emotion plays my heart strings like a stand up bass
pluckin' strings with conviction and gusto
the sounds of music have always been universal
those that were afraid of the noises were afraid of themselves
i was excessive (but not) and strived for non-indulgence (parodox/anomaly)
in New Orleans-the house they call the Rising Sun

if all hands sway in collective kindness we could coexist on bumper stickers of the cars we abandoned and the feet we returned to the earth and man made landscapes (602)