The Blues Was Bleeding The Same Blood

The Beautiful Thing About Learning Is Nobody Can Take It Away From You.

I'm No Good With Chords. I'm Horrible With Chords.

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. I Just Wonder Where I Was When The Talent Was Being Given Out, Like George Benson, Kenny Burrell, Eric Clapton ... Oh, There's Many More! I Wouldn't Want To Be Like Them, You Understand, But I'd Like To Be Equal, If You Will.

The Early Years When I Was Starting, Blues Player, You Wasn't Always Welcome In A Lot Of The Other Places. People Usually Have Preconceived Ideas About Blues Music. They Always Feel That It's Depressing And That It's Just Something That A Guy Sit Out On A Stool, Grab A Guitar, And Just Start Singing Or Mumbling Or Whatever.