I, Speedo, am here to testify that yes! Boulderians can sing the blues! The out-at-the-knees, stonewashed blues!

I am here to remind you, my bretherpersons, of the legacy of those seminal (they were a little untidy) Boulder bluesmen, The Yardsigns. Have you forgotten the chilling loneliness of their "Standin' at Crossroads"? ...the raw erotic power of "Dust my Broomfield,""Big Car Woman," and the haunting "Eco Pass Rider," with its plaintive cry of sexual loss,

Well, you made me love you, now de Hop done come!

Have you, comrades, forgotten the days when we slurped our bad coffee, the days when we spanked our guitars and worse and moaned,

Went down to de ol' mill levy, hung my head an' cry
That mean ol' county assessorman set my market valuation so high!

or the wistful complaint,

Yes, she leavin' in the springtime, won't be back 'til Fall
Gonna do some shoppin' at that Flatirons Crossing Mall

Remember those moving times when we stood in our own pew and belted out that rousing spiritual, "Go Tell It In Longmont"? Or laughed as we played the children's game, "Jump down, spin aroun', pick a pile o' dog poop"? Can't you hear the mournful mall hollers of the folks out shoppin' cotton, those rousing day tradin' chanties, remember?

Yes you do! Yes! Just remember, as a proud Boulderian (or virtual Boulderian), "I Got a Riot to Sing the Blues."