Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Delta Blues King

New Amsterdam, the new hero-immortal offering on TV last night, Big Hep Cats. The Kougar has been woefully ignorant, having never heard of Robert Johnson, delta blues king, who was featured as a historical key to the story's plot.
Claw-snatching a Google search, purr-yes! one of the entries offered a video presentation of Robert Johnson singing 'Crossroads'. An earthy-extraordinary poet-sorcery of the soul, his music lives inside the soul. Where blues music truly resides, and is experienced as no other music, inside your soul ~ for the Kougaress, blues music always transforms her soul and flesh into the sultry roll of her hips, the steamy sensual dance of her entire body.
Meow-huge apology here. For, the Kougaress believed Crossroads was an original song to the group, Cream. Moi makes no claim to any (none! yowl!) in depth knowledge of music or about musicians. The Kougaress simply adores music. And from the first note of blues music, an outdoor show, the Kougar was completely hooked like scale-slick ole' Charlie, the tuna.
From an amazing blues musician no longer with us, Robert Johnson will be featured in the Kougar's Pleasures of Blue Lotus Oil ~ Book II of World of the Blue Pearl Moon ~ as a fictional character.
What if? He incarnated into this blue ray world? What if...the questions that is the sizzle-pure magic of writing.
Kitty Kats, oh so big and ferocious, stroll over to Title Magic for Lexie's blog on how the premise can by compared to a working hypothesis. Dizzy mewings below.
Lexie, you're making me dizzy. To simplify for my own sake. Sometimes I have a working premise because it's an inspiration. For example if I read a title about Vampires: Vamp Summer Camp (just a sample title to my knowledge). I'll read the blurb of the story, then think. Okay, what about that title is appealing to me? Summer camp in the wilds of Yellowstone? Heroine is taking her kiddos on a horseback trail ride. Oh no! Tragedy. A rattlesnake. She gets bit -- who saves her? The hero Vamp to the rescue disguised as a forest ranger because he's on a vital secret mission. Yep, daylight, but he's not your ordinary bloodsucker.
Scenario two: An otherworld where vamps go to play in the friendly sunlight of this planet. Oh no, her vessel is in trouble -- beautiful unknown planet ahead -- crasho! Into the Vamp Summer playground.
Is that scientific? It certainly involves logic, but I think imagination rules -- even if you aren't partial to my imagination. O great despair on my part - here!
Or, are these not considered a premise?

Crossroad kisses from the Kougar...

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