I’ve got a blue motel room, with a blue bedspread, I’ve got the blues inside, and outside my head, and the sixth guitar, little rover, is very blue. The blue of the blue suede boots I bought when I was fifteen, Christmas ’81. Blue as Chelsea’s 70’s strip. Walking home in the snow on Christmas Eve night, up the hill from the old house to the new, a watermark around the blue suede in the morning. Blue suede Chelsea Boots from Other Clothes in Leeds; the less-scary sibling of X Clothes. Blue as the Rucanor sports bag bought on the parade along York Road, with money from the paper round; a blue I’ve been chasing down slowly ever since. Blue as the so-modern LEGO, the tiles of a kit villa’s low-slung roof; blue as the knitted pullover left on a hot dustbin lid which the bin-men took as rubbish. Boots, Chelsea, Rucanor, Tiles, Jumper. Blue Fantastic Five, children’s names, litter of kittens, Wedding Present song titles: blue guitar makes six.
© Steve Mitchell, Fisher Lane, 2013