“The real old blues don’t call for no jumping…They can name it the blues, but that ain’t the blues. The blues is just by itself. When you’re lonesome and worried and don’t know what to do…You wants to see them, wonder where they at, wonder where they’re going. Wonder why they ain’t seeing me. I trust them with everything I had. I turned my heart to them with faith and belief, and then they get up and deceive me. Now you don’t know whether to cut their throat or cry again. That’s the blues, b-l-u-s-e.” — Son House. (via Dangerous Minds)
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MP3: Son House-“Death Letter”
