I really believe that the Blues is a culture all by itself. A way of life. The Blues culture has all the attributes; food, Religion, practices, superstitions, they’re all there. The Blues origins are specific to a region of the country, at the same time it is a shared experience everywhere in the world. It is cult like, it is an unexplained feeling of peace, with a good dose of tranquility. Those who embrace the culture of the Blues, can’t be moved away from it. People who say to me “I’m not into the Blues” or “it’s such sad music” I know immediately, they don’t get it. You can’t pigeon hole the Blues in a specific genre, don’t try. Some will tell you Blues is a genre. Maybe it is and maybe it isn’t. You see, the roots run through all modern music. It would be an exercise in futility to have a narrow view of the music. The Blues grabs you, down to your soul, and makes you wish it would never end. At least that’s how it happened to me. It is both simple and complex.
I feel sorry for those who don’t get the “Blues” feeling, because they are truly not in touch with their inner self. Blues is connected to many things that are specific to America and it’s history. Being a Blues fan, requires a certain ability to scrutinize what you love, because we weren’t being told the truth about our country. The history of the Blues is not a white washed version, provided you are capable of peeling back the layers. It is an indictment of class struggle. It’s about people who are trying to draw attention to the everyday struggle that life is for so many. Rich people don’t get the Blues, they haven’t paid their dues. That’s why Blues resonates with so many people. The honest truth is more people are hurtin’ then care to admit to it. The Blues offers an outlet for misery, while providing hope that things can get better. Well, that’s my take… my midnight ramble. Salute, Levon.