I don’t like havin favorite artists. They leave no room for anything else to pour in someone’s ears, they tend to be too proeminent, leaving behind their work. I think it’s quite excessive that I can’t listen to anything but blues songs, but this is way over my control. Yet, dispite all these thoughts that were disperately trying to organize my mind, I often faced the danger of procaliming Son House “my favorite” (actually I once did it, while registering on a popular blues forum).
My thoughts aside, let’s step into the analysis of a masterpiece.
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