Page 1 – (6 Panels)
1.1: Exterior, sunset, a row of boxcars crawling through a field of tall grass. Our protagonist, Hobo Blues Guy, is jumping out of a moving boxcar, a slightly obscured package right in front of where he is about to land. One of his hands is on the derby-style hat perched on his head.
Hobo Blues Guy (caption): It doesn’t take a lot to write a good song. The best are the simplest.
Hobo Blues Guy (caption): Some E, a little A, add some D and slide down to B for the chorus. Maybe throw a seventh in before verse two.
1.2: Hobo Blues Guy bending over to pick-up the package, which is a beat-to-hell guitar case. This is the only thing he carries and that he owns.
Hobo Blues Guy (caption): I like to stay low, really pound out some open chords as loud as I can.
1.3: Hobo Blues Guy crossing an old-timey “Bridges of Madison County” looking wooden bridge. In the foreground is a sign “Greensboro 11 Miles”.
Hobo Blues Guy (caption): Until I get to the bridge.
Hobo Blues Guy (caption): And realize how minor I can become.
1.4: Hobo Blues Guy, now on a busy Main Street, placing his hat on the ground, ready to collect spare change and small bills.
Hobo Blues Guy (caption): But then the song comes back - - keeps coming back, always and forever - - to the verse.
1.5: Hobo Blues Guy sitting on a step, playing his guitar as a small crowd of smiling onlookers stands around.
Hobo Blues Guy (caption): Whether it’s a sad blues jam or a happy pop tune, all I want as the guy behind the guitar is for the audience to feel.
1.6: Hobo Blues Guy, alone in the panel, eyes closed, head pointed to Heaven, strumming his guitar and singing his lungs out, smiling.
Hobo Blues Guy (caption): And know that I feel too.