Hey, who said that the blues has to be this lonely thing??? Read Elija White's "Escaping the Delta"... Listen to early Son House... Nuthin' loney about the blues... Nuthin' at all... You want lonely music then plenty of country music outta Nashvile from the 50's and 60's... "I'm so loney I could cry" (Hank Williams)... No, the real blues ain't what ltta folks thin... The real blues is what was played on Saturday night in juke joints where folks would get together and celebrate survivin' another miserable week of workin' in some bad situations, doin' hard, hard labor... But you take the words, "Got a letter this mornin', what do you think that letter siad, saif hurry, hury, 'cause your baby is dead" and you just leave it at that an' don't bother to watch Son House play it or listen to how this story was told... Yeah, if you just take the words it isn't all that different from "I'm so lonesome I could cry" but you can't stop there 'casue that song is rockin'... No weepin' style either but rockin'... That's the way folks who played the "real blues" played because they were telling the stories but that didn't want folks around them to feel bad... Sheet fire... The folks they knowed allready knew of sorrow and apin... No, the real blues rocked out some very bad stuff... They had too... These "real blues" folks didn't have the luxary of callin' "time out' 'er callin' mon and askin' for money or callin' their lawyers 'er callin.... That was the real blues... Folks getting together at the end of the week and rockin' out... The blues had a baby and they called it rock 'n roll... That's true... You won't hear no weepin' in the realo blues... So if ya' want weepin'... If ya want loney, sycik with Nashville, the weepin' lonely capital of the world... Bunch of middle class weepers, too... Didn't have to be in no cotton field come Monday mornin'...

Just MHO, of course...

B~