The blues are a feeling, a state of mind, and a well that never runs dry.
I started learning to improvise by trying to capture that raw feeling and rhythm the guitar bands of the 60s were making. Only later did I find out that they were trying to do the same thing, as they discovered the source in the southern States. So this stream springs from there. I keep trying to get it right. Keep it fresh. Keep it real. You can’t fake the blues. If it isn’t the real thing there is no hiding. No mountain tall enough. No river wide enough. And the funny thing is that the blues bring joy. Catharsis. Light.