 Image @ creativechaosandartsyfartsystuff.blogspot.com "When words fail, music speaks." --author Unknown In honor of the 4th Annual John Coletrane International Jazz and Blues Festival going on this weekend at High Point Lake in North Carolina, I'm dedicating this blog article to my newest music obsession, the smoky, steamy emotion-ripping Blues. It's only been about three years since I stuck my toes in the waters of the genre, and since then I'm obsessed with staying drenched in the music! When I listen to the impassioned sounds, the moving lyrics, I can feel my soul clench and my skin tingle. There are so many Blues greats, past and present, that I've barely scratched the surface in learning about them, but I've got time to savor every new bite, as this love affair is going to last a long time. Have a safe and decadent weekend and I hope to see you at the festival for some incredible live tunes! Come get yer Blues boogie ON! Lyrics from Some of my Favs in my "Everything Blues" Ipod Playlist: "Do you know what it means to walk alone? And what it means to be, be by yourself? Do you know what it means when there's no good news? Then you know the meaning of the blues." --The Meaning of the Blues by Joe Bonamassa (*This one reminds me so much of all the times I spent alone while my husband was deployed.) "Look upon the mountain, waiting on the train. Baby, I know it was wrong and still happened again. Waiting on my destiny, learning from my abilities. Who was wrong and who was right and do we even know why we're fighting? So take your eyes off of me and look upon the churning sea." --Driving Towards the Daylight by Joe Bonamassa (*This one makes my heart ache while I think about choices I've made in my life and if they were right or wrong.) "The gates of Heaven must be open. I think I saw an angel just walk by. Hey, the gates of Heaven must be open. I think I saw an angel just walk by. I heard a blind man screamin', say now there goes a sight for my sore eyes. There goes a sight for my sore eyes. What kind of woman is this?" --What Kind of Woman is This by Buddy Guy (*This one makes me burst into spontaneous dancing! No, seriously! Every single time!) "Needles in my heart, spell on my mind. Your powerful potion gets me every time. I toss and turn. I can't sleep at night. Your kiss burns, through my dreams. Here it comes again. I don't stand a chance. Soul possession got me in a trance. Pullin' me back, back to you. Deja VooDoo." --Deja VooDoo by Kenny Wayne Shephard (*We all have that ONE...you know that one who got away but if he or she showed up, you'd be caught all over again.) "I dig my fingertips into your back, till the pictures break and the floorboards crack. Oh, my tongue is a silver key, swimmin' deep in a sinner's sea. Come on, come on, come on...lay me down on sheets of cotton, whoa, whoa. You make me feel like I could fly, whoa, whoa. Headlights on the bed cause we ain't stoppin', whoa, whoa. If you forgot I'll tell you why, cause Charlie ain't home." --Charlie Ain't Home by ZZ Ward (*This one doesn't need a side note. WHEW! Mercy sakes! Is it hot in here?) 
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I grew up in rural North Carolina. When I was only nineteen, I moved away and became a military wife. My only aspiration at that tender time in my life was to create an adult life that "fixed" all of the "injustices" of my childhood. Secretly, however, I wanted to reach for the sky! I wanted to be a writer and find ways to "save the world" (my mother used to say, "You have Save the World Syndrome".). Mostly, I wanted to matter. Archives
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