I Call Myself A Blues Singer, But

Playing The Guitar Is Like Telling The Truth - You Never Have To Worry About Repeating The Same [lie] If You Told The Truth. You Don't Have To Pretend, Or Cover Up. If Someone Asks You Again, You Don't Have To Think About It Or Worry About It Because There It Is. It's You.

When I Sing, I Play In My Mind; The Minute I Stop Singing Orally, I Start To Sing By Playing Lucille.

Michael Bloomfield Came In After Rock N Roll Started, And He Was A Great Guitarist. He Idolized Me - I Know That. What Else Can I Say ? He Was A Young, Excitable Man. To Him, Drugs Were Plentiful, And That Was No Good. I Talked To Him Like He Was A Son Of Mine. He Was A Great And He Was Gonna Be Greater. But He Was Part Of The "in-crowd" And So He Never Got There

My Mother Was A Very Beautiful Lady, I Thought. She Was Very Good To Me. I Guess - She Died When I Was Nine And A Half, But If She Had Lived I Probably Wouldn't Be Trying To Play Guitar. She Wanted Me To Be Known, But As Something Else. Not A Guitar Player.

Singing About Your Sadness Unburdens Your Soul. But The Blues Hollers Shouted About More Than Being Sad. They Were Also Delivering Messages In Musical Code. If The Master Was Coming, You Might Sing A Hidden Warning To The Other Field Hands . . . The Blues Could Warn You What Was Coming. I Could See The Blues Was About Survival.