It's hard to disagree with Gurf. If it's not about the blues it doesn't really matter. Oh, it doesn't have to be some dead black man from the delta and it probably doesn't have anything to do with some young white guy with a stratocaster making those faces. You know- those faces.
If you're ever going to really get to them, you're gonna have to go through the heart.
Honestly, I don't want anything to do with a broken heart. I've broken an arm and a foot. Broke my nose, too. None of it's good but it all heals. Rebekah says that once a heart is broken, there's always a piece missing. They don't ever grow back right.
I'm through with sad. Maybe I had my chance to matter. This is better. Way better.