What's so sexy about the blues? Is it the raunchy guitar, the gritty vocals? Is it the slurred lyrics, the way the singer breathes onto the microphone, the way he sings, moans, with more than his voice, with his whole body? Is it the lyrics themselves, often plaintive, dejected, but still hopeful (because if there's nothing at stake, then why cry blue?)? Or is it the way the musicians always seem to get swept up into the music, hitting a groove like a nerve and then striking it over and over, massaging it out, closing their eyes and feeling each other through their instruments, like extensions of their fingertips?
Whatever it is, it's working.
Love how hard he bangs that drum. BLUH-UE!
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