THE PAST, THE ROOTS, THE ORIGIN

This is just another day on the road, and maybe this guy is just thinking. Maybe he thinks about what he has left behind him, and what did his father, his mother and all of their friends left behind them, when they embraced freedom.

As he walks down the road, he put his memories in front of him, and he remembers how her mother used to serve to an elegant, wealthy white guy who treated her really bad. He also remembers how his father used to work hard every day, with no right to rest a little. His father and all the black adults he lived with used to be treated like beasts, humiliated and discriminated. He lived a very traumatic childhood, since he wasn’t able to play, or enjoy the company of some friends. He didn’t even had the right to be educated, or even orientated in order for him to grow spiritually. They suffered a lot there, they had miserable lives and they were extremely sad, they felt humiliated, discriminated and constantly threatened: they just used to feel blue.

The night comes, and the insane person who treats them like beasts goes to sleep, they are allowed to get some energy during the night. All the slaves used to sleep together, and they took advantage of the night to gather and share some feelings with all their fellows. They had nothing to celebrate, they used to gather and share their sorrow, their sadness. The kid watches his dad singing some chants about how he feels, and how sorry he is about being in captivity, suffering and losing his strength day by day. They gathered every night and sang, they started to enjoy it, and it became a usual thing to do when they used to get some time for them.

This kid grew up listening to his dad’s lyrics. This kid grew up with the sorrow, but at the same time the emotion and the faith his dad used to put on his songs. This kid developed a musical taste, and he tried to sing then. Time went by, and everything changed for black people in America: they were supposed to be treated fairly, without any kind of discrimination or threatening: they were finally free.

They were finally allowed to have their own home, their own jobs and their own outfits. They were allowed to sing in public, and they were finally allowed to play some instruments. This guy kept developing his musical taste, and he was more than happy to sing along with his father and their folks. They still kept the sorrow and the suffering they had to face in the past, and the indelible stings of a terrible experience.

This guy lost his father because he got week and sick, and his dream was to become a great artist. He started walking the road by playing some unknown music, which gained some field and was becoming popular. He continued, he followed the road and he became an elegant man, with the skills of a remarkable artist. He keeps walking down the road, and he never forgets the sorrow, he never forgets what made him follow his dream, he never forgets feeling blue.