
And so i came across the blues. Early blues gets under my skin like only it knows how, like the devil possesses . The body of a poor tormented man. It found its way in and hasn't left me since. Patton's blues is almost tribal, it awakes my love for all those things that can't be broken: The ancient, the sun , the earth , the devil and the bones. When Charlie Patton roars, i become someone basic (on joke) : purer , flesh, guts and fire. This man carries me to the dark side of life and turns me into a one-eyed dog who knows only hunger and fleas, while sitting in a dark corner some where and watching the roughest stuff of life pass before hie eye. Patton the lion reminds you that you are full of bones.