Everyday I have the Blues

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In 1865 Abraham Lincoln promoted the abolition of slavery and involuntary servitude and with the 13th amendment proclamed in december 1865 (after he was murdered), thus millions of black slaves had been declared free and at the same time started moving to the North, hoping in better living conditions. This huge migration was called The great migration. However white men didn’t change mind only with an amendment and continued to discriminate black people, considering them inferior. Indeed Afroamerican (black people are called so to underline their african origins) were relegated in cities’ ghettos (like Harlem in New York) and had difficulty to find a job and to see their rights recognized. But on the one hand the Afroamerican community remained isolated from the white society, on the other it grew up and created a movement of Afroamerican accomplishments that involved art, literature, and music. In particular music was an instrument  to share their moods, sad and depressed, and for this reason was called Blues (the word Blues  comes from the expression “to have the blue devils” with the meaning of  “being sad”).This genre resulted from the spiritual, the music of slaves in plantations, used in order not to think how hard was their job. At first the musicians sang their stories of slavery accompanied by music. Afterwards the music started to have that protest’s feature, which is characteristic of the successive genres. For example in Every day I have the blues the author, B. B. King, underlines how “Oh nobody loves me, nobody seems to care / Yes nobody loves me, nobody seems to care” and after “I’m gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line”. In conclusion Blues was the first instrument of Afroamericans to share their common story of slavery and discrimination, but at the same time a way to relax after a week of hard work.

Guglielmo Novelli (VD)

B.B. King, Everyday I have the Blues

Everyday I have the Blues

Everyday, everyday I have the blues
Everyday, everyday I have the blues
When you see me worried baby
Because it’s you I hate to lose
Oh nobody loves me, nobody seems to care
Yes nobody loves me, nobody seems to care
Speaking of bad luck and trouble
Well you know I had my share
I’m gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line
Yes I’m gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line
Where there ain’t nobody worried
And there ain’t nobody crying

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