God Made Blues Right After He Made

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.

I've Known People That Was A Part Of A Family And Always Feel That The Family Liked Everyone Else But Them. That Hurts, And That's As Deep A Hurt As You Can Possibly Get. I've Known People That Would Have Problems With Their Love Life. This Is Kind Of How Blues Began - Out Of Feeling Misused, Mistreated. Feeling Like They Had Nobody To Turn To. Blues Don't Necessarily Have To Be Sung By A Person That Came From Mississippi As I Did, Because There Are People Having Problems All Over The World.

I Liked Blues From The Time My Mother Used To Take Me To Church. I Started To Listen To Gospel Music, So I Liked That. But I Had An Aunt At That Time, My Mother's Aunt, Who Bought Records By People Like Lonnie Johnson, Robert Johnson, Blind Lemon Jefferson And A Few Others.

If You Can't Get Your Songs To People One Way, You Have To Find Another.

I Always Liked The Steel Guitar. I Also Love The Guys That Play The Bottleneck. But I Could Never Do It; I Never Made It Do What I Want. So Every Time I Would Pick Up The Guitar, I'd Shake My Hand And Trill It A Bit. For Some Strange Reason My Ears Would Say To Me That Sounds Similar To What Those Guys Were Doing. I Can't Pick Up The Guitar Now Without Doing It. So That's How I Got Into Making My Sound. It Was Nothing Pretty. Just Trying To Please Myself. I Heard That Sound.