What I Do When I Don't Feel Like Doing Anything

Yeah...so, the writing thing?  I'm currently lacking time for it.  Shit happens.

Also, writer's block seems to be a thing.  Or, really, it's not writer's block so much as writer's lethargy.  Again, shit happens.

So, here, have some goddamn blues:



Buddy Guy, man.  I still can't believe it took me 30 years to figure that one out.



Buddy Guy and Junior Wells, doin' their thang.



Albert King and Stevie Ray Vaughn?  Yeah, that works.

Also, the influence of the old bluesmen on rock gets more and more obvious the more attention you pay.  Consider that Hendrix called Buddy Guy the greatest guitar player ever and was more than willing to acknowledge Albert King's mastery.  Then there's Cream and the whole thing where Clapton made blues standards into mainstream rock, including "Crossroads" and, well, "Born Under a Bad Sign."

Although, really, I prefer King's version.  Cream slows the song way down.



It really shouldn't be that slow.  But, y'know, that's just me.

Either way, needs moar Buddy Guy.



Germans, man.  Germans.  Ain't got no soul.

But, y'know, what?  I think that's all we really need here.