Feeling like the Blues

Tuesday afternoons are for marketing meetings and caffeine overdoses and production projections. They’re also for laboratory trips and trial scheduling and 5 minute lunches.

But sometimes … Just sometimes. They’re for feeling like the blues.

“ Waitaminit now! … ( piano riff ) … “

So yeah I’m sitting in my office playing Ray Charles real loud and feeling like, on this Tuesday afternoon I should be somewhere else. Somewhere a few thousand miles away somewhere a few decades away, with a glass of whiskey on an old piano in a overcrowded bar smelling of cigar smoke, smoked ribs and regulars.

“ Oh baby when the sun goes down ! … “

What is it like … when you’re feeling like the blues?

It’s not complicated really. Everyone feels like the blues sometimes. The problem is we’re too busy to notice it. We dismiss it … a passing feeling that reminds you that there’s things you miss and things you want, people you want to see and places you want to be. Things you’ve forgotten because you’re trying too hard to get them.

I’m working in the office today … I’d rather be sitting in a old battered convertible somewhere on a lonely cliff playing my guitar. I’m working in my office so I can afford to do that someday and still enjoy it. And the only reason I’d enjoy it is cause I know how it can feel to be stuck in an office working when you’d rather be there. Its ironic … it feels like life’s a sadistic teacher with a twisted sense of humor.

It feels like the blues.

“ … That’s why some people call it stormy Monday ….

… But I found out that Tuesdays just as bad. “

Blues is all about embracing the fact that life gets you down sometimes … and for no good reason. Most importantly … blues is about knowing that it’s still ok. I could be cruising with my girl right now … I could be having good times with friends all over the world, I could be a rock star, superstar, international man of mystery right now. I am however in office thinking about it instead. It’s not so bad really though … it’s just the blues.

“ Mercy ..! “

I’ve had my break … I’ve finished sighing into the polluted city air outside my window. Back to paperwork and reports and presentations … Ray Charles is done singing. I can hear the traffic again … people are wondering where the loud music was coming from. I’m smiling … I’ll probably go pick up my guitar when I’m done at work.

“ Aint got much … but at least I got the blues … “