STORY OF MY OWN BLUES

After a car acident in September 2014, just three days after my birthday, some of my beliefs were thrown overboard.

Some of them were given an entirely different meaning and importance. Mainly those tales about friends, mates and dudes all of the sudden became a point of view i never had before.

Not in a bad way - just different.

I leave the beaten tracks behind me

Lying in a hospital bed after the surgeon of my left eye I tried to figure out what could be the cause which finally brought me in that situation.

Words came to my mind that Bruce told me at the anual lucerne blues festival one year before. I asked him why we ofay weren't able to get that sort of Feeling which the realy blues is made of. I mean that sort of steady grooving, thight beats and of the point bass liks which make me wobble.

Bruce explained there is too much excitement in showing yourself first and always trying to convice other people to be important. An Excitement that never will be in harmony with a realy blues feeling on stage and in your life.

Thinking about life's made me silent and at that point almost a year later I get clear. "Excitement" was my troubles name - I decided that the time had come to do something for myself.

I started to take Blues Harp Lessons

I'm taking my first steps on the Instrument and have a hard time making clear single notes. I'm not sure how far to move my mouth up and down the harp in order to get the next hole. I’d be happy to master simple melodies; “oh when the Saints” is where I'm at, but I'm not very good at it.

When I play chords, they sound sour, mushy, wheezy. I feel as though there’s a lot of music in me, but I simply can’t get my mouth, my hands, and the harp to behave in a way that lets it out. I have no idea how to bend a note to get that bluesy sound I hear on the CDs.

"Keep suckin' and blowin'"