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It was a reasonably good night of busking last night, I'll have to make this quick to get out theree earlier tonight. I played some blues for people while I was out there; people in pain about recent events in their lives and whatnot. I stopped playing for a bit while they told me about what was going on their lives, and started noodling as they were speaking. I proceeded into a full all out blues jams, sometimes attaching lyrics sometimes not. But I realized exactly what I was doing, and felt that strength in the blues that I haven't felt for a long time.
As a bluesman, it is my calling, training, and function to convert negative emotional energy into positive emotional energy. I soak up the negativity like a sponge, filter it and process it, and release it back out through music in real time. As people feel their negative feelings, I siphon it, drain them of it as I'm going, all the while pumping positive thoughts and feelings back out.
Within this society, the function of the blues man is a human compost pile. Negative emotions are waste. The waste is piled upon me and others of my ilk, where it is acted upon by various things within my personality, then rebroadcast as a fertile feeling, productive stuff that can help with growth and change. More than a couple times, I've had people excited after a good blues tell me exactly how they're going to change, what they're going to do. I now realize exactly how active of a role I play in that.
And blues, blues is not just a genre of music. It's a way of life. You'll find most bluesers react to negativity with a calm smile and a tear. Insults, abuse, taunting... it's all naturally procoessed back into art. Blues is not just music. There are painters who paint the blues. Janotiros who sweep the blues. Blues is an attitude a viewpoint of life, broadcastable through any medium.
So, all you bluesmen and blueswomen out there: Those of you who listen to peoples problems, help them feel better, and take all the pain and suffering they've told you about it and transform it into a hing of beauty. Keep on jamming. It is our little part to make this whole thing work.
Any people in the area, I'll be out on the corner of Main and third in cedar falls. Drop on by, tell me your blues and I'll make it into healing. I love you all, have a wonderful evening.
As a bluesman, it is my calling, training, and function to convert negative emotional energy into positive emotional energy. I soak up the negativity like a sponge, filter it and process it, and release it back out through music in real time. As people feel their negative feelings, I siphon it, drain them of it as I'm going, all the while pumping positive thoughts and feelings back out.
Within this society, the function of the blues man is a human compost pile. Negative emotions are waste. The waste is piled upon me and others of my ilk, where it is acted upon by various things within my personality, then rebroadcast as a fertile feeling, productive stuff that can help with growth and change. More than a couple times, I've had people excited after a good blues tell me exactly how they're going to change, what they're going to do. I now realize exactly how active of a role I play in that.
And blues, blues is not just a genre of music. It's a way of life. You'll find most bluesers react to negativity with a calm smile and a tear. Insults, abuse, taunting... it's all naturally procoessed back into art. Blues is not just music. There are painters who paint the blues. Janotiros who sweep the blues. Blues is an attitude a viewpoint of life, broadcastable through any medium.
So, all you bluesmen and blueswomen out there: Those of you who listen to peoples problems, help them feel better, and take all the pain and suffering they've told you about it and transform it into a hing of beauty. Keep on jamming. It is our little part to make this whole thing work.
Any people in the area, I'll be out on the corner of Main and third in cedar falls. Drop on by, tell me your blues and I'll make it into healing. I love you all, have a wonderful evening.