Ella Fitzgerald embraced the Blues, her notes ﬂowed, powerful, rich and seductive.
My Blues were unchanging and ﬂat.
Picasso had his “Blue” period, mine was immeasurable.
The Blues by age seven, sang me a song of the open road. “Hit the road Jack and don’t you come back no more.” A blue ﬂashing light at midnight told me different.
Billie Holiday at age ﬁfteen wailed the Blues, I knew all the songs by ﬁve.
Duke Ellington played, “Take the ‘A’ train.” My Blues pleaded, “Take the death train.”
Joni Mitchell sang “Blue” and became famous, I sang “Blue” and became invisible.
My Blues seeped into every cell of my body, sang its mournful tune, piece by piece.“Broken promises, friends getting you down, dead end jobs. Hey brother everyone gets the Blues!”
It stole my hopes, my dreams, my life. My Blues pounded its chorus line, “Don’t work, don’t strive, I’ve got your back. Have I ever let you down?”
The Blues blasted, “It’s hip to be pitiful, pathetic, past caring!”
At two in the morning it shook me awake and howled “This is all you get.” Then quietly whispered as I sank to my knees, in darkened rooms,”Now you’re on board.”
The Blues shrieked when I walked into my therapist’s; sat outside chain smoking. Waiting.
Singing that sad tempo, “You’ve got the mis-ﬁt Blues.”
The Blues became my addiction, my love, my heart, my soul.
The Blues jammed a farewell tune, “Get on board,” as I stepped onto a quickly descending elevator to the emotional basement of hell. Going down was easy, I knew I wanted the basement. Faster, faster, faster, the Blues pounded, wailed, suffocated, numbed.
I stepped off, as the Elevator cable snapped and crashed through the basement ﬂoor to the gates of hell.
Thornton Sully has Jack-Londoned his way across the globe sleeping with whatever country would have him, and picking up stray stories along the way. A litter of dog-eared passports that have taken up residence in his sock drawer are a constant temptation, but, as the founder in 2009 of A Word with You Press, dedicated to helping you tell your story persuasively and with passion, it’s not likely he will stray too far from the towers that are A Word with You Press, now located in the Bohemian village of Ceske Budejovice in the Czech Republic, except, perhaps, for an occasional swim in the Aegean. Authors who have sought his advice have won major awards, including the Pulitzer Prize, the Isabel Allende Miraposa Award for new fiction, and the Best Poetry Award from San Diego Writers' Awards.
"I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world. This makes it hard to plan the day." Thornton Sully, plagiarizing E.B. White