My latin blood is boiling in my veins. With temperatures of 28 for the last week, I have finally realized that whatever tolerance I had for heat before arriving on this crazy little land mass has left me. Undoubtedly my ability to cope with cold temperatures has also left, but I won't notice that until I go somewhere cold.
All this heat means that I have spent a lot of time lazing about, and not a lot of time searching for new bands, therefore this week does not have a new band to look forward to. The heat has caused me to shove my brain to one side and reach for my "default" music. That music that I listen to when I'm not really in the mood of thinking about music at all. For me this is Blues. I'm currently listening to Robert Johnson, THE king of the delta blues singers. There's something about listening to good southern blues on a hot summer day. The blues is a form of music that just could not possibly have been developed in a cold climate. Blues requires heat, stifling summer humidity, crumbling shacks shaking with the sound of stomping feet. Calloused bare feet walking over hot pavement, towards the veranda where a cool glass of lemonade waits. Blues is the sound of summer.
If you want to get into the blues, you can start at the beginning with Robert Johnson, but if you prefer more modern fare, check out Taj Mahal, Keb 'Mo, or Stevie Ray Vaughan.
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