One of things I know about myself is that melancholy things make me happy.
I don't know why, but I find what I will loosely term a meditation on sadness restorative.
There is something about blues music that gets me.
I suppose it's the authenticity, the rawness of it.
It's like an expression all of one's hurt, so vulnerable, it is immune to judgement.
It's like what I feel when I go parking garage dancing.
The feeling of aliveness that comes from being completely immersed in the moment you are creating, without judging what it is or what it isn't.
Just being.
We went to this place called Rien de Rien in Barcelona where my old roommate, Tetiana, used to work as a cocktail waitress.
They have live blues music every night (and amazing espresso martinis); we went twice.
The musicians remembered her,so we got to socialize a bit with them while they were on a break.
This is a picture of me with bass player/singer who is from Zimbabwe (singing American blues in Barcelona). He referred to himself as my doobie brother..
Very fun and very talented guy.
Cory, me and Tetiana.
Tetiana always make this sexy face whenever she takes pictures, but she didn't do it this time.
My best attempt at it is below.
I just look like I am crossing my eyes and eating a lemon.
Sexy never works for me.
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