Mississippi, the land where the blues began, and where a guitar first touched my hands. Just like my father, my grandfather, great grandfather, and my great great grandfather. As far back as I can remember music has always been there. A loving loyal family member there to pick you up, tuck you in, Carry you down the road, and bring you home again. Just as the DNA of my ancestors form my physical features, the epigenetic memory of their rhythms, melodies, moans, groans, laughter, and tears voice themselves through this vessel that houses my soul. The blues made me. Therefore the blues I make. It takes me back to move me forward. Come with me on this sonic spiritual journey to the ancient future. Let's meet again for the first time, and let the bliss of the blues carry us beyond the crossroad.