Natural Habitats for Blues Players:
- Whippin' post
- Street, Alley, or Corner
- Bar, (but not a fancy one that attracts people. Instead, it's the place where Despair goes to contemplate Life)
- Roadhouse (see Bar, but with more bikes)
- Mississippi River
- Chicago, St. Louis, Austin, or Memphis (Judges will also accept New York City, but they'll shake their heads and give each other knowing glances)
- Jail (any hoosgow, dungeon, detention facility, or generic prison will do, unless the sentence involves community service. That just doesn't count.)
- By themselves (they prefer it)
- Grave (Blues players are typically very familiar with theirs)
Unnatural Habitats for Blues Players:
- Chuck E Cheese
- Any travel destination that involves Sherpas
- Aspen, Vail, Innsbruck, or any location that combines snow, speed, and hot tubs
- Endless sandy beaches. Blues players just don't gravitate to the beach unless a tidal wave, hurricane or Sharknado movie is imminent.
- Miniature Golf (Oh, they're lurking behind the demented kangaroo or the sadistic windmill, but they're incognito)
- Opera, Ballet or any event featuring Mimes (Think of matter and anti-matter...)
- In front of the TV while Barney & Friends, Teletubbies, Boo-Bah, or the Smurfs are on
- The mall (although, if they're standing alone and holding their wife's purse while checking the closing time for the store, they may be writing a new song)
- Any house proudly displaying Cat Fancy magazines
I'm sure there are more sites to add to this list.