I read a story for one of my classes this week by James Baldwin, a writer during the Harlem Renaissance, called "Sonny's Blues." It's about a blues artist trying to kick a heroin addiction, so homeboy knows about the blues. After reading the story, I felt like listening to some good blues just to try to catch a glimpse of the darkness behind "Sonny's Blues"-- the grimy shit you need to listen to in the absence of sharp objects. Louis Armstrong, often remembered for singing about skies of blue and clouds of white, also knew how to sang the blues. Here's a good song for a rainy day. It's also on Gaslamp Killer's mix-tape "It's a Rocky Road Vol. 1." I like these lyrics in particular: "...But she'll never find a sweet man like me (ha ha bragging) / When I die bury me in straight-laced shoes / I want a box back coat and a Stetson hat (John B., that is) / Put a 20-dollar gold piece on my watch chain / So the boys will know that I died standing pat"
Since we're on the topic, blues singer John Martyn covers the Portishead track "Glorybox." Ya, a blues cover of a Portishead song. Good luck listening to that, wrist-cutters of the world. I actually meant to blog this awhile ago, but I haven't been keeping up. Haha and I've been getting shit for not blogging: "You just want your name to be on the credits!"
Emo kids don't know shit, whining about not getting attention. Eat a dick. Hahaha.
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