The Blues

I don't know why, but January was my official blues month. My best friend was John Lee Hooker with a sprinkle of B.B. King, and a guitar solo would impress me enough to make me just sit for while, and bask in the awesome.

I shouldn't actually be speaking in past tense, since Mr. Hooker accompanies me on the way home everyday. Even the air around him oozes nonchalance and knowledge of deeper stuff. He's that kind of guy who everybody stops whatever they're doing to listen to.

If there's anything cooler than a blues guitarist, I've never heard of it.