Blues Names On A Wall In Clarksdale

Names of musicians written in red on a blue wall

What we see depends on who we are.

Those who haven’t heard of the blues or don’t enjoy that style of music might read this as meaningless letters – at best, a word puzzle.

Others might spot favourite musicians, translate their names to much-loved songs, and be transported to the atmosphere of a different place and time when they first saw an album cover, heard their music or witnessed them play.

Like me, you might see the word ‘green’ and smile at the millisecond of disconnection it creates, painted red on a blue background; note the mix of lower and upper case letters and pause to think about how some would be great used in a font (the ‘f’ in Jefferson, the ‘n’ in blind…); and  observe I’ve cut the edges off a bit tight cropping this square to join in with Becky’s July Blues. Well, we’ve got to have something to be unhappy about if we’re going to sing the blues, haven’t we, or am I getting this all wrong?

30 Replies to “Blues Names On A Wall In Clarksdale”

  1. I tried to comment last night but couldn’t. So I sang the blues. Now trying again — and isn’t that part of the blues? Actually, my comment was about the stark truth (which I loved) in your very first sentence. We do indeed see according to who we are. I don’t know much about the blues, but I do know blinding color when I see it. What a wall that must be — it’s like an explosion and the letters are mere shards of names. I’d need dark glasses to read the whole of it, I’m sure. Some names popped out at me, but not many. But that’s who I am. Exactly so.

    1. Reading the comments does underline my point. We all have a musical context that stays strong in us, if we enjoy our music. I’m guilty of surfing the blues, enjoying the songs as a whole, rather than appreciating the differences and nuances of each artist.

      The colour combination offers a dislocation – it works well for this, but I wouldn’t care to read a book in it.

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