Like a kiss, the Blues can be gentle and sweet or wild and passionate. On this trip, Ive been kissed both ways by the Blues.
What do I know about the blues? Not a whole lot. I know the majors like Sonny Terry & Brownie McGhee my brother introduced me to them as a teenager. Buddy Guy my husband and I saw him in Atlanta. And of course, BB King he actually did kiss me. But that part of the story comes later.
The fact is, I dont know a lot but, when it comes to the Blues, you dont need to know it; you just need to feel it.
Life in 12 bars
This trip had a blues theme. After all, I started in Chicago and traveled down the Blues Highway to New Orleans. I had wanted to take this trip for many years.
Why? I kept asking myself this question. The only answer I can offer is that there is a magical quality to the blues. A mythology around its origins. A simplicity that invites anyone interested to enter and enjoy.
And just like the Blues 12 bar progression has a certain predictability, so does life. And as the tunes share common themes, so do we all. We all live, love, grieve, experience joy and heartbreak. I dont know any other form of music so pure. I guess I was looking for the heart of the blues.
Solo is not Blue
Many of the people I met on this trip were surprised by my choice to travel solo. They thought that I was lonely and sad. But Im not. Oh Ive been those things. Ive been blue. Ive sung the blues (though no one would want to hear). But the irony of the blues is that its uplifting.
As I traveled down the Blues Highway, I sought out the best blues I could find. Eddie Shaw at Kingston Mines in Chicago and the house band at BB Kings in Memphis were great. I really enjoyed Jeff Greenberg at Jimbeauxs in New Orleans. But for me, the best was in Jackson, Mississippi at 930 Blues Café. There I thrilled to Jacksons blues sweetheart, Jackie Bell a stunning singer and an equally amazing performer and all blues.
At 930 Blues I met Hebert, Isaac the club owner, and Marvin who works security. As a single woman, I felt wonderfully safe and happy in a local Juke Joint all night long. Even as I stepped into the cab to go back to my hotel, Marvin looked right at the driver and said: you take care of my friend, yhere. Safe. Totally safe.
Then theres BB, the King of the Blues
I guess I really fell in the love with the blues the night my husband and I went to a small club under the boardwalk in Redondo Beach, California. That boardwalk, along with the club, is long gone but not my memory of seeing BB there. The venue was small and somewhat sophisticated as I remember. Cabaret style. BB played long sets. At one point a string broke on his guitar and he continued to play as he restrung it. And, later in the evening, he offered the women pins of his famed guitar Lucille.
Shy as I was back then, I was the last woman to make my way forward to get a pin. He looked at me. He had no more. So he leaned in and kissed me on my left cheek.
Oh yes, Ive been kissed by the blues.
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Janice Waugh is a business and travel writer with over 20 years experience. She’s contributor, editor and publisher of Solo Traveler, a blog offering solo travel tips, stories, destinations and insights. You can also follow her on Twitter @solotraveler.