Mississippi John was actually from Mississippi... he was a farmer. For many years of his life he plowed fields and shared crops and, even in the face of commercial failure, he never gave up on his musical dreams.

Monday mornings sometimes make me wanna paint a large X on my roof and wait up there to be rescued by a fleet of 🚁🚁🚁.

The fix, as always is, music.

This very real, acknowledge-the-dark-side-and-look-for-the-bright-side, style of blues is just what we needed to pick up and move forward towards the promise of a new week. Mississippi John's syncopated finger picking felt so right as we all put one foot in front of the other.... Here ya go! Give this one a spin ⬇️.

Love always (even on Monday),

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