By Bryant Lukes
Quiet night on the Mississippi riverbank, plucking the strings of daddy’s banjo. The raft listlessly floats by the neighbourhood youngin’ digging for skipping stones and the rare bullfrogs. And, of course, all the coal mining–which seems odd in the middle of the Mississippi. These are the images evoked in our imaginations whenever snatches of blues… Continue reading More blues than you can shake a root at