Derek's Time-Space Warp

A collection of thoughts and experiences as I explore the universe, warping time and space in my vicinity

Lay down some blues brotha…

Anyone who’s known me for any length of time knows that even though I enjoy a lot of new music, I’m a die-hard fan of good old-school bluesy rock. At age 15 I received a book called “Country and Blues Harmonica For the Musically Hopeless” for Christmas, which came with an inexpensive (yet surprisingly good quality) pocket-size harmonica. I spent many happy hours practicing wails, puckers, bends, slides, and flutters in our back yard. Through this I gained a deep appreciation for the blues, and to this day I love a good bluesy guitar/harmonica jam. One of my top favourite artists in the blues genre is Glenn Kaiser. The man is a genius with both guitar (you should hear him use a slide – amazing!) and harmonica. Although his lyrics have the typical blues themes of loss or regret, they always ultimately point to God’s grace and love as the solution. One of my favourite songs, “Blacktop”, never fails to remind me of hours I spent cruising scenic back roads in southern Alberta. Here it is, enjoy!

“Blacktop”
by Glenn Kaiser Band

Got my keys
Went out the door
Could not take it anymore
All the fussin’
Cryin’ and moanin’
Leavin’ misery
This ain’t no home

Window open
On the road
Headed south
Kinda low
Thinkin’ Memphis
Thinkin’ blues
Sometimes a man
Just got to choose

Blacktop rolls on southward
Snow-white cotton in the field
Sometimes daylight comes too late
Sometimes it’s hard to deal
Man on the blacktop

I passed a truck stop
Passed a church
I pulled over
My soul needed work
Fixin’ problems
Inside of me
Only truth
Can set you free

Oh blacktop rolls on southward
Snow-white cotton in the field
Sometimes daylight well it comes too late
Sometimes it’s hard to deal
Man on the blacktop

I turned around
And I asked for help
I took directions
Off the shelf
In a book
I thought I’d learned
Sometimes wisdom
Follows gettin’ burned

Blacktop rolls on southward
Snow-white cotton in the field
Sometimes a man’s got to get on his knees
Before he’ll ever heal

Blacktop rolls on southward
Snow-white cotton in the field
Sometimes a man’s got to get on his knees
Before he knows what’s real

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