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Dream A Little Dream ...

07/14/02 -  No blues today. I’ve got a country thing going. You can tell by my choice in
music  ... New Riders of the Purple Sage, (come on now, you remember Panama
Red, don’t you) Bob Dylan’s Nashville Skyline ... Yes, oldies but goodies. I
recently was hipped to the fact that Jorma Kaukonen, the Jorma of Jefferson
Airplane/Hot Tuna fame, had a new CD out. I ordered it sight unheard. It’s
fantastic! Fits right in there with the other two CD’s to make for a great country
afternoon. Now if I only knew the two step ... Never mind, I think you need two
for that anyway. It’s uplifting music in a sort of a different way to me, different
from the blues. I really get carried away by the blues, totally. The country funk
stuff doesn’t hit me in quite the same way, but it hits all the same. And some of
this country funk is sort of bluesy too.

Maybe I need a little break from the blues. I’ve had a couple of occasions to
actually feel blue lately, the move and ....    So, when I went to the Pub the other
night to hear Mr. Blues, I was able to say “I am” when he asked if anyone was
feeling blue. I’d been having some cravings for my local favorite Blues Man and
the “hit” was welcomed and healing at that. The Pub is a nice place to gravitate
to, blues or not. It’s a haven of sorts. Weird things happen there sometimes, and
there’s a lot of stories hidden away amongst the patrons, but it still feels pretty
safe to me. Mr. Blues sort of got into a confrontation on Jam Night. It was “a
moment,” nothing out of hand or anything. But, it had a lot to do with respect. I
don’t care how comfortable you feel with someone, respect should still be there,
evident. And, when you don’t know someone too well, feeling respect is sure a
good sign as to whether you want to know them better or not. Mr. Blues put a little
unexpected drama into the situation, I’m not sure he meant for unhooking the
amplifier to cause such a splash, but he was still as respectful as someone
who’s a little perturbed could be. I’m sure he was angry inside, but it wasn’t
anger I saw, just a little case of feeling disrespected.

There wasn’t any blues at the Pub this weekend. I guess you could call it more
of a rock and roll blend, oldish, newish, catchy cover stuff. I’m not really sure.
Mr. Bread gets into some stuff I call slow and sexy. And the Reality Boys have
got some originals. But, it’s good. It’s all good. We got bombarded by a mob of
bar “crawlers” on Saturday night. They came with maps and itineraries and time
schedules ... organized bedlam, well, not quite. They seemed to be behaving
themselves and having a great time. So, I had a blues break. Well sort of. I was
treated to an enjoyable taste of something called Classic Rhythm and Blues, sort
of oldies but goodies, stuff of my youth, fun stuff. And that was that, I’m no longer blue.
Oh, I still love the blues, but my feelings are becoming more like mellow yellow.