Zero degrees outside but I tried to blow a few licks, anyhow, and my lips froze to my harp! My sinuses were all plugged up from a head cold so I could only breathe through my mouth which, being stuck to the harp, meant I was making weird melodies all the way to where I was going. Since I couldn’t see my face (had no mirror, y’see) I didn’t know my lips had turned blue so I didn’t appreciate the double entendre when a couple of dudes pointed and said, “dem’s da blues, man.”
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