When you finally got to ride an open boxcar, a freighter creeping slowly between refineries on the Mississippi River in New Orleans at 3am while you were there looking for the home of Buddy Bolden in 2004—looking inside it expecting to find homeless drifters and songsters with old guitars, but only finding grain and sugar in its old, dirty corners and getting a little nauseous from the bumpy ride, then jumping off and walking the half mile back to Jackson Square and eating beignets at Café du Monde, thinking about how wrong you’ve been, how miserable it would have been to ride a freight train across the country not for adventure or freedom but simply because you had nowhere else to go, how consuming art created out of hardship is not hardship. And you’ll never again claim to have the blues.

What are the Sneaky Feels?

AuthorJohn Proctor