Someone hand Transman a needle to pop his giant ego balloon head. He’s got himself 300 followers. While he would like to send each and every one of them cheesecake or roses, he’s broke (and also doesn’t know where most of them live; hell, he doesn’t even know the real names of 297 of them). Instead, he is sending out this happy blues tune by Howlin’ Wolf.
Besides being a great groove, this tune is special to Transman because he has fond memories of his mother attempting to sing it while crocheting an afghan. She spent the fall of 1983 making blankets for the whole family, trying to use colors she thought fit their personalities. She made a camouflage blanket for the teenage Transman. Nothing beat watching his left-handed mama swilling gin and tonics and busting out the blues while crafting away the night.