When I learned the “St. James Infirmary Blues” as the first piece on my guitar 50 years ago, I did not know that the message would not leave me during a whole lifetime. The story of the woman who died in hospital had happened to us nearly too, in 1975, at the birth of our second daughter. My feet were in my wife’s blood in the operation room for hours while the doctors were fighting for her life. Many blood transfusions. Lifetime virus infection remained. Life is given only for a short period of time. At such times, in such songs it comes to the surface.
photo: my wife, 45 years ago.
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