Even Heroes Get the Blues
A sparce wind flicked bobbing weeds this way and that. The field stretched in all directions, a sea of green and tawny brown. Solitary and still, a hulking…
Interview with James Greenbow
[James settles down and starts to speak.] I been singin’ ‘e Blues since ‘e day I was born, an ‘pro’lly a cou’le months before ‘at. No way could I ‘a done…
Motor City Blues
A plastic bag danced across the vacant street. You walked down the snow covered road, as the wind roared through the midnight sky. The broken glass beneath…
Crossroads
A hot Mississippi sun beat down on a boy trudging west along a back road. The guitar he carried was impossibly heavy, yet he bore it with the determination of…