i The blues singer— how did he know right now is the needed time?   ii John Lee Hooker’s dead and all the bright day it’s been raining here, raining …   iii Tangled up in blues … and yet getting from Bob such shelter from the storm.   iv Listening to Satchmo— Nobody knows the trouble … Oh, sweet Lord, swing low!   Andrew Lansdown    

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