The Long Lost Blues Sister
First, if you've never heard of the Blues Brothers, educate yourself.
Well, for many years now I've been convinced that I'm a/the lost long Blues Sister. Yes, true, I never was an orphan growing up in a convent; true enough, Curtis and the Penguin were never my mentors in life. But the blues live within me. As does Rhythm and Blues. It moves my soul, makes me sway to the beat, and makes me want dress in black suit, white shirt, black tie, and Raybans. Ok, so I was born in the year that SNL came to being, which is the beginning of the Blues Brothers. Still..."Blues Sister" sounds better than "Blues Daughter"...and on that note, whose daughter would I be? Jake's? Elwood's? Curtis'?
So here I sit, Friday night, after a long week. Ok, so I'm drinking Sapphire and mineral waters (which, by the by, is an outstanding drink...it'll kick your habit of tonic water all together...get that nasty high-fructose corn syrup outta our system. And for those who are calorie conscience...there are none in this drink! Amen!), listening to R&B, Blues, and anything else which tickles my fancy. My landlord has FUBAR'd the cable (aka he forgot to pay the bill...again), so I can't watch TV. So, my friends, this means a night with Jake, Elwood, Curtis, the Penguin, Mac, the Louisiana Gator Boys, and the whole bunch. We will shake our tailfeather, look for someone to love, relive both Rawhide and Riders in the Sky, ask Matt "Guitar" Murphy to think and then ask him then for R-E-S-P-E-C-T, call Ed's Love Exchange, go down to Funky Nassau, and turn on my love light. Bella and I will dance (well, she doesn't know this yet...), we will enjoy the night, and we will be proud members of the Blues Kingdom!
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