I have a class full of adolescent boys. But no worries- I taught them the blues scale and 12-bar blues and their creativity replaced their rambunctious energy.
This should be a fun week.
As usual, when I teach this camp, I get inspired. Working on my technique as I teach the boys how to jam, classic blues style.
I especially like to read about the blues artists. Like Robert Johnson.
He was only 27 years old when he died. He was poisoned. But his legendary guitar skills and raw lyrics live on.
Later this week we are going to write our own blues lyrics.
As someone who has carried the weight of depression for much of her life, I appreciate how healing it can be to give in to the blues now and then. Cry, moan, vent. Then let the music lift you up to a better place.
This is too deep for kids. But reading about the struggles that led to the birth of the boys is like tearing off a scab on my heart.
I thought I had lost the desire to perform. Maybe so, but something is stirring deep in my soul that only music can touch.
I will continue this tomorrow...it is late.
Perhaps I am standing at a crossroad myself?
P.s. I weighed and measured myself today. Everything was exactly the same as last week. Hopefully I will see progress next Monday. Keeping one foot in front of the other! :)
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