If You Can't Get Your Songs To

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.

It Seems Like I Always Had To Work Harder Than Other People. Those Nights When Everybody Else Is Asleep, And You Sit In Your Room Trying To Play Scales.

A Lot Of Times I Say To Myself, "i Wished I Could Be Worthy Of All The Compliments That People Give Me Sometimes." I'm Not Inventing Anything That's Going To Stop Cancer Or Muscular Dystrophy Or Anything, But I Like To Feel That My Time And Talent Is Always There For The People That Need It. When Someone Do Say Something Negative, Most Times I Think About It, But It Don't Bother Me That Much.

Blues Purists Never Cared For Me. I Don't Worry About It. I Think If It This Way: When I Made 'three O' Clock Blues,' They Were Not There. The People Out There Made The Tune. And Blues Purists Just Wrote About It. The People Is Who I'm Trying To Satisfy.

There's A Sadness To All Kinds Of Music If You Want To Hear It. There's Also Happiness To It If You Want To Hear It.