I’m not a musician. I can’t keep a decent beat when I clap along. Throughout my life, I haven’t been an avid listener, either. I’ve enjoyed lots of music but often couldn’t tell you who sang a song or even the title. Then, the pandemic hit and I found a new hobby of listening to YouTube songs, especially reactions to ones I’ve enjoyed. Through this, I realized I love the blues. And while I like the modern singers, I’m captivated by the early ones. Those tinny, scratchy recordings that echo through the years. The hollow voices are rife with deep ...