My Blues impairment...

I've been working with a contractor and his clients for a few weeks now. Tweaking the layout of a remodeling job. Originally, it was a kitchen. Then they added the master bath, display, laundry and window seats for 2 bedrooms.
I waited for my finishing department to make a stain sample a week ago and it was rejected by the clients based on the grain of the wood. We selected a different cut of wood and requested another color sample be made. I asked for that to be ready last Friday and was told Monday.

The project is about 40 miles from my house and I rescheduled the meeting for Monday, late afternoon. The problem was the finishing department didn't get the sample for me. I made it to my appointment, went over all the details, sizes and prices... except I didn't have a wood stain sample for them to approve.
Yeah, it's not a good thing for a salesman to close a deal when the key to the deciding factor is missing. I couldn't get the deposit without final approval of the color. This means another trip... when the freaking sample is ready.

I offered excuses but the contractor is holding the deposit check until the clients are happy with the color. So, I left empty handed. But... they want to add wall units in two rooms. I tool measurements and details and will have a price for additional work from the clients/contractor.

Kinda annoyed, on the way back home, I tuned to a blues station on satellite radio to hear guitarist Joe Bonamassa hosting a show about some female blues legends.
It's been 55 years since I first started learning music, guitar in general. Quit and started back a few times along the way. While rock music is my main focus, I find myself leaning toward British blues rock that was created by guys in England listening to old records of Black American blues artists. It's Blues with a British twist. A favorite group was FREE who had billing as a blues band.

Back to the radio show, Joe played songs by Jessie Mae Hemphill, an artist who's name I didn't recognize. One of the first things I did when I arrived home was to do some YouTube research on Jessie. Her style is about as raw as blues gets...



"You know I love you but you treat me so low-down..."

Simple, but I'll have to wait for the weekend to 'ear out' the song and learn the parts.
That's my Blues impairment for the week.