It never ceases to amaze me how the further away from civilisation you feel you are getting on the road, the more likely you are to be just around the corner from a blues venue or massive blues festival. It sounds like a joke, but of course it's not. I can think of so many times on tour, when you start to wonder where you are, surrounded by small roads, farmhouses, cows and sheep, and yes, the navigation system is telling you that within 10 mins you will be at your destination for the big show tonight. There's something comforting about this feeling, of bringing music into the fields, corners, nooks and crannies of this ball of mud that keeps us rotating in space. Let the blues live on, in and around the farmer's fields...
