the detached way the vocal pours out of her, with no stress or strain, laconic and mysteriously underplayed, all the better not to distract from the terrible truth the song journals, one of the the nadirs of the human experiment whose shadow still stretches over the nation, and the world already bloodstained with secular and religious bigotries countenancing and exhorting hatred of the other.

the dialogue with our perceived shadow, as mankind laboriously raises itself from unthinking amoeba, through grunting ape to enlightened compassionate empath... anim-angel.

the blues is the greatest living witness to the journey from barely imaginable agony alchemising to blissful, untrammeled ecstasy that all humanity can identify with, personally and socially.

and i'm guessing that the 1-4-5 12 bar sonic template is the furthest-reaching language form, or meaning-cluster-meme that has ever graced this planet, and likely ever will, in its power to uplift, console and unify people of all races and backgrounds.

watching bb king a couple of years ago drove this home once and for all for me. it was like meeting a musical moses... billie holiday is the same level, a great soul, old as time, and fresh as dew on a gardenia.

i miss gaianne... she really shared her love for blues. hi if you're lurking! there's another bonnie raitt fan aboard too, damn ram, i can't recall who it is any more ;)

full moon on white snow tonight, can't sleep for poetry in the air, nice to have diaries like this to let it out, thanks!

~"When an inner situation is not made conscious, it appears outside as fate." Karl Jung~