Today I bought a tremendous blues album, The London Howlin’ Wolf Sessions recorded in 1970 with Chester A Bennett (Chess, a.k.a. Howlin’ Wolf) and backup by Eric Clapton, Steve Winwood, Bill Wyman and Charlie Watts (of the Stones), and a bonus with Ringo Starr playing the drums on one track. Chess was dubious about whether the Brits could ever help him make a blues album. But when it was all over, his doubts were proved wrong and the Brits had played the blues. Like other musical media, blues makes a serious reflection on the human condition: without Christ, the human state is melancholy indeed. I suppose my Celtic melancholic temperament is what finds the blues so appealing, much more than jazz and when played by rockers like the ones on this album utterly awesome—though Clapton and the others were actually going back to their roots when they played blues with Howlin’ Wolf.