I love this thread!
My oldest brother is a blues muscian, and he does not fake it, he plays what he knows.
And he really knows the blues, his son Miles died in a herion overdose. Miles, was a great kid, the first time I met him I thought this is the son I want.
And so it goes.
I have a four year old son and now I fear for his life, and so it goes.
That is what being a father is. The blues. But better yet, there is a lot of Jazz too.
We all have blue blood, every ******* last one of us.
And we can all be jazz, every ******* last one of us.