Stop Children, What's That Sound?
We didn't need an act of Congress to proclaim 2003 to be The Year of the Blues. Just ask anyone. I find a guitar in my hands more and more often these days, and more often than not drifting off into variations of old blues tunes that laid pipe in the basement of my brain back in the sixties. I even sing sometimes, if no one is around--think of bagpipes on a hangover. But I feel a little better afterward, or maybe just feel a little, period, which would be the point, I guess.