“I was almost killed by men with shotguns, on a raft, down a river.” Sounds like the start of a blues song to us.
Note 1: I still have many guestposts to publish, which I will do over the next couple of weeks. There are still some amazing entries, and they keep coming in (and please, keep sending me stuff). I’ve been blown away by the thought, honesty, humour, and energy that was put into these entries, and by […]
The pentatonic scale can fake you through a lot of solos, and make you sound a lot better than you are to the untrained ear. Every day but Saturday can give you the blues. Saturday gives you the blues by Sunday morning. A woman can really break a man down. And a ramblin’ man can […]