Growing up in Mississippi, I developed a genuine love for Blues music. Attending blues festivals amid humid Southeastern USA summers requires real dedication and love for the music. Somehow the sound, the smells, and the atmosphere just shifted the world into a more equitable and forgiving space. One where musician and audience joined together as one performance. There is never a sense of separation between the artists and the crowd. Shared jars of libation and fried anything-on-a-stick are familiar. The person next to you may be on stage next and the stage is only a toe tap or two away.