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was the only thing he'd seen or touched. It shouldn't be, it couldn't be, but he'd been in love too many
times not to recognize the feelings inside him. Yes, he wanted to see Nadine! More than anything else
he could think of. And if there was magic in this world, maybe for once in his life, it would work for
him.
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5
There is a music which underlies all things. We dance to the tunes all our lives,
though our living ears never hear the music which guides and moves us. Happiness can
kill people as softly as shadows seen in dreams. We must be people first and happy later,
lest we live and die in vain.
 Dr. P. M. A. Linebarger
House Blues (A-flat)
Woke up this mornin', blues came walkin' in my room,
Woke up this mornin', blues came walkin' in my room,
I said, blues please tell me, what you doin' here so soon?
They looked at me and smiled, but they refused to say,
Said they looked at me and smiled, but they refused to say,
I came again, but they turned and walked away.
Blues, oh blues, you know you been down here before,
Said blues, oh blues, you been on down here before,
The last time you was here, made me cry and walk the floor.
Blues on my brain, my tongue refused to talk,
Blues on my brain, my tongue refused to talk,
I would follow 'em down, but my feet refused to walk.
Blues, oh blues, why did you bring trouble to me,
Say blues, oh blues, why did you bring trouble to me,
Oh, death please sting me, take away this misery.
If I could break these chains, and let my soul go free,
Yes if I could break these chains, and let my soul go free,
Well, it's too late now, the blues have made a slave of me.
Later on that evening, after hanging at Mitchell's and talking blues, they drove to the club where
Nadine was scheduled to appear. Slim was knocked back, again, to see that they were on Sixth Street,
and it was much as he remembered; antique stores, used-book stores, collectible and consignment
places. Different names, of course, but still much the same. Cleaner, but the same.
They pulled into the parking lot of a club called Dillard's, In Slim's world it had been a popular
spot, called Banger's. He'd even played there a few times, filling in for various musicians who had
gotten sick or tired and given it up. It had been a hard-rock and heavy-metal place, and while Slim
didn't much enjoy playing the speed riffs, he did enjoy the playing and the crowds.
But in this world, it had turned into a righteous club. They walked up to it, and Slim smiled to see
a sign painted on the entryway that said, PLEASE DON'T KICK THE DOOR IN. They walked in, and
he was instantly comfortable, at home. It was the smells, the familiar smells of alcohol, smoke, sweat
and electricity. The sound of blues rose from the air like steam from raw flesh, and the club was dark
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and smoke-filled like a good one should be.
Slim looked around at the people. He saw a mixture of black and white faces across all the tables.
It was strange for him to witness the easy mixing, though it was exactly what he had always hoped it
could be like in his world. But, there, clubs stayed one or the other pretty much, particularly blues
clubs. It made him feel good to have come to a world where race, at least, seemed to be a forgotten
subject.
It seemed as if everyone in the crowd recognized Progress and had a few words each to say to
him, but they soon found a table. Progress slapped Slim on the shoulder and said, "Have a seat, son.
I'll go get us a couple beers."
He walked to the bar, leaving Slim to look around the club. The band on stage was playing a slow
blues. There was nothing outstanding or exceptional about them. Just a hardworking house band.
Every bar that put on live music supported at least one house band that played when no one else
was scheduled. Usually, the bands had a small but loyal local following that brought good enough
business to pay the bills, and they were talented enough at comping to be able to back up solo
performers the bar managers brought in. Blues was a complex musical form, even though it sounded
simple to people who didn't know the inside. But it was built on basic foundations, so that if a
performer told a band a song was in I-IV-V in B-flat, a decent player would know it was a twelve-bar [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]