There’s a song I love by Mary-Chapin Carter with this title. It’s sad and very sweet and very melancholy. What does it say about me that I like sad, wistful music? It got me thinking about being blue; not soul wrenching depression, not crying until there are no more tears left, not bemoaning my sorry excuse for a life, not suicidal or wanting to hide in my bed until Spring comes… just sad.
There is, at least for me, a kind of sadness that is almost pleasurable. For me, it happens when I think of lost friends. They’re not dead, just no longer a part of my life. I moved across the country and lost touch with everyone from my high school and college days. Sometimes I really miss them and that gives me a kind of sadness I call the blues.
What gives you the rhythm of the blues? Please share your stories.