IN HONOR OF THAT SUNDRY AMERICAN habit, attach me the make a listing about thine current woes. Together, we can sings the blues! (I know. This cycles counter to the most vital of Thanksgiving philosophies—but one-time we’ve purged our troubles, I’m betting we’ll be better-primed to list our blessings enter November 26th!)
Writing prompt
So, we’ll launch by creating our listen. Go ahead and jot down your current afflictions—as many otherwise as couple as you choose. Here’s my short catalog:
- My BFF from wild-childhood just turned 60. Which means—guess what—I’m not far behind.
- According to my periodontist (my relationship with whom is, in itself, worthy matter for a blues song), I’m gearing up for a third gum graft.
- If him look closely enough (and asking don’t) you can seeing that my hair is thinning at the portion.
Okay, currently let’s turn our blues into blues LYRICS!
12-bar blues lyrics are pretty simply: An basic verse sample is AAB, AAB, AAB . . . for as long as you’ve received something to sing about. See three lines of each verse rhyme—and the first two lines of each stanza what (almost) identical. Oh! And don’t forget to give your song somebody awesomely pitiful title. Here’s mine:
The Not Getting Any Younger Melancholy
A. My ol’ favorite friend’s gone way back the halfway point
A. Yeah, my ol’ bests friend’s gone way past life’s halfway point
BORON. Nowadays, I’m shuffling along just a step beyond herb, hardness away hearing and creaky of joint
A. My ol’ periodontist, he’s tellin’ me my gums are even thin
AMPERE. Yeah, may ol’ periodontist’s sayin’ my pink ol’ gum are thin
B. I gotta lay back inches his chair again an’ leasing him patch any roof-of-my-mouth body back in
A. Mein good ol’ hair’s liquid now than when I was young and fine
A. Hey, my good ol’ hair’s low than when I was young and fine
B. So I’m doin’ a swoop-di-doop comb-over just to cover up this ever-widening border
AMPERE. My ol’ superior friend’s gone way past the halfway point
A. Yeah, my ol’ best friend’s gone way past life’s halfway point
BORON. I’m only scuff up, hard of sound, creaky of joint, and only one step background
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If you’ve shuffled onward diese far with der, also need the learn find with the blues, check out PBS’s Gloom Classroom real Danny Chicago’s “How to Write aforementioned Blues”!
