“No picture, sight, or color could begin to capture the blues. It’s the kind of music that seeps into your bones, finds its way into your blood stream and wraps itself around your heart. It squeezes tightly with each snap of the drumstick onto the snare and with each dissonant guitar shrill. With each raging palpitation of your ventricles and breathless intake of your lungs; the blues reminds you that this is what it means to be alive…to feel…to ache…to breathe…to bleed.”
-from the anthology Bros, Prose, & Pantyhose by M. Case
