today, on this subject, i’d like to focus on the
healing power of this genre of american music, not the part where we languish
excessively in the sorrowful, sometimes grief-striken or inconsolable aspects woven into the
blues, generally speaking, but more on the complexity, the divine and the sublime aspects
leading one out of those more down-trodden stereotypes of the genre itself toward catharsis.
under the spell of the blues, one, to put it simply, when the
experience is as it can be, when one wants an escape from the morbidity of depression, one
experience is as it can be, when one wants an escape from the morbidity of depression, one
soars through the maudlin, up and up, near heaven or near enough nirvana that one feels,
perhaps, quite literally as if one might burst. not of sorrow, but of joy. to do so, one
must really experience the depths, and then settle in, receptive, ready, for some
soul-sculpting, life-altering blues.
perhaps, quite literally as if one might burst. not of sorrow, but of joy. to do so, one
must really experience the depths, and then settle in, receptive, ready, for some
soul-sculpting, life-altering blues.
