Sylvia Plath described it as being trapped in a jar with no good air; for David Foster Wallace, it was like every cell in his body felt as sick as a nauseated stomach. Things didn't end well for either of them. But that's depression; this is the blues. The blues is something you swing low in for a while before brushing yourself off and showing up on time to get your teeth cleaned. And you get to live until the ripe old age of 94, like... More >>>