bluesfest misstree on oddly early memory falling alseep on a blanket fenced in by adults while legends poured their souls onstage, deafeningly loud, lulling, seeping deep in until now and forever blues is a part of me. i cherish its presence. 060511 ... from the files of the mad bird MEMORY: a radio, a gun, one needle for my arm, one on the other side of the radio, spinning old 78's From Chicago to the Mississippi Delta, the smoke, the sound and the lazy nod in the corner on a warm but cloudy sunday afternoon in early spring 060511 what's it to you? who go blather from