In a world where the heavy thunderstorms of springtime filled the skies with cold soaking rains and grey clouds, the cavemen sat and waited looking out from their dens, watching the skies. It was always so dark, so grey. They waited for the blues.
Several moons had passed, and the warmer and drier season of summer was upon them. They again looked to the skies for the blues. And they were there. They were so happy they could kiss the sky.
An so it was that they rejoiced in the dry weather and sang joyfully about the dry weather, as well as mournfully recalling the sadness of the darkened days. But now with the drier weather, they could freely walk amongst the other cavemen and use their clubs to look for their soulmates.

It is from these early days that not only singing of the blues began, but also the concept of clubbing began, though we have replaced the heavy wooden clubs with heavy wooden Les Pauls.

And that's the true history of the blues, my children.

Last edited by Tom Tracy; 07/16/09 05:55 PM.