Why do the blues make me feel better?
I was kind of down this morning.
Domestic problems had re-emerged.
I was not going to get to watch football with my husband (he’s working).
Then I got the idea to listen to the blues. Big Mama Thornton, John Lee Hooker, Willie Dixon, Howlin’ Wolf, etc. And, as always, when I do, my mood lifts.
How come? Doesn’t it seem counter-intuitive?