The blues is deceptively simple. Verse and chorus. Sometimes not even a chorus. Four bars that repeat, no Auto-Tune, electricity optional. It is the most direct, bare-bones of content. There is no interference between the head and heart.
The late, great Janis Joplin could drink ten men under the table, then sing loud enough to shake the teeth out of their head.
There is a difference between a hand out and a help up. Brothers need to help brothers. They don't do it enough.
