The Deep Blues Festival has ended. There will be no more, at least in the form it's taken over the last several years. I could rant for paragraphs on end about how disappointing this is, and what it says about our current state of musical blandness that this Festival couldn't continue. But I won't. Really. In the background just now is the Grammy red carpet thing (I'm not watching by choice), and that Ryan Seacrest moron just said that this night is for celebrating the "best in music over the last twelve months." He's wrong. Events like the Deep Blues Festival celebrate the best in music, not the Grammys.
We want to thank Chris Johnson, the founder of the Deep Blues Festival, for all the work and love he put into the festival. We met so many great people at the Fest, from bands and solo artists, to fellow fans, to a regular reader at this here site. It was an epiphianic slice of time, and not to be repeated.
We're gonna continue our series of Deep Blues Fridays. And we're gonna do our best to expose all y'all to all the great bands and artists out there working under the aesthetic and artistic tent that the Deep Blues Festival represented.
Today, we're going radio silence. No mp3's, no videos, nuthin'. A day or two of silence. In honor and in tribute.