The best definition of the blues I've heard is: " black country music for white urbanites from the working classes. " Think about how many millionaire musicians there are who never picked one ball of cotton? It is so full of an entire spectrum of emotions and hard times shared, by all types now; but especially for those who live paycheck to paycheck and have too much month at the end of the money. The blues was always a " spiritual release " without ties to a formalized religious practice or deity. When you're shakin' your moneymaker, laughing and enjoying a cold beer in a juke joint or roadhouse on a weekend night, smoke rising from a backyard 'cue; does life get much better for the most of us? " Sharing the pain and sharin' the gain " was what B.B. King sang about the several times I was fortunate enough to see him perform. He was a great ambassador for the working class American, regardless of color, the world doesn't see enough of. In the end, that's the best thing about " The King ". Vaya Con Dios, Sir.