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[Will the floor collapse or will we go to heaven? The gritty, "living blues" soul defended by Sean “Bad” Apple] Pouring cheap bourbon down my throat late at night, I sometimes find myself wondering: where exactly did my life go wrong to turn me into this melancholy, blues-addicted old guy? Yet, out there in the world is a lovable man even more hopelessly possessed by this troublesome music than I am, someone actually running himself ragged trying to "save the blues." His name is Sean “Bad” Apple. He’s the guy who emerged from a small country town in Pennsylvania and keeps on making gritty, authentic sounds at his own joint, the Bad Apple Blues Club. ### The night the building swayed sideways—that was the place closest to heaven …