Crying Just to Hear The Blues

Hearing the blues played takes me back to when I was a kid.  Those were the sounds that made everything happen.  I never knew of a time when the blues weren’t being played, until I reached high school.  But the blues were just a part of all of our life.  I knew that I would grow up one day to be a blues guitar player.  I was so sure about it, I just practiced all the time.  Now I am amazing at the guitar and play so many styles, but they all go back to the time I picked up and played the blues. 

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