Nobody leaves here without singing the blues.

The other day, I was watching the movie "Cadillac Records" and something came over me, we live in a blue world and the blues is our oxygen. Listening to Muddy Waters and Little Walter brought home. In the words of Leroi Jones ( Amiri Baraka ) we are blues people. Whether we like it or not the lifeblood of every American is the blues.
The blues accounts our struggles and triumphs and tells us that today is not so good but tomorrow may be worst next week on the other hand may be alright.
Traditionally thought of as the music of Black America ( and it is) but it is also the music of the people who make this country good and bad. The blues was born of the sweat and toil of all Americans and Black America lent it's voice.
If the blues is the mother of all America, jazz is the father. I listen to the blues at work, at play, when I work out or just sit. I don't use drugs except for the blues, it is my high and my low. The blues keeps me company, Muddy Waters, Howling Wolf, KoKo Taylor and Little Walter are my house guests and accompany me to the gym . They make my workout smooth and ease the pain make me peddle faster and lift harder.
Buddy Guy is my muse along with Etta James and B.B. King.
Anyone who seeks inspiration should go no further than the nearest juke joint. Some hip hop artists are inspired by the blues and the good ones understand why. Hip hop is just the continuance of the blues, an expansion of the story. Hip hop is blues with an attitude and a business manager. Most great blues men from Leadbelly on have died with nothing more than the clothes on their backs . Some made it big but most met the fate of most blues men shot or stabbed over bad dice.
With all of that, the blues is still my anthem and always will be. In the words of Albert Collins, "Nobody Leaves Here without Singing the Blues." I think he meant nobody leaves life without singing the blues.