You got infinite channels and limitless rhymes, but the riddles of livin' stay undefined?
Now listen for your song. Everybody’s got a song. When I used to chase the Trane— John Coltrane that is— he used to tell me, ‘If I know a man’s sound, I know the man.’ Do you hear the melody playing in your mind? Does it move you, nudge you off your seat?
The music plays . . . and your sense of reality is heightened to a dream.
The music echoes in the emptiness. It reminds us where we came from and where we’re bound.
And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation.
We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head.
