Once, many moons ago, I had a funny post in my head about bad blues (or maybe it was incisive, or biting, or lyrical, or revelatory - I just don't remember), but now it's gone forever (or at least until I get a good smack on the head), dead and rusting in a dingy corner of my cortex right next to the design for a perpetual motion machine that was going to save the world and make me fabulously wealthy.
And besides, Ashley preemptively out-funnied me with his "white guys with dreadlocks clapping on 1 and 3" comment (damn you, infernal readers, with your free wills and cheeky senses of humor - this is my show, my show!).
So, um, I got nothin'. Uh, bad blues - discuss amongst yourselves. I'll be back in five to see how things are coming along.
Ask, and ye shall receive. Kind of. Not really.