Would You Know My Name, If I

A British Pressing With A Compilation Of The Best Stuff Really, I Mean Actually Not Only That But, These Were All Kind Of Semi Hits For The People On It In America.

I Used To Do Crazy Things That People Would Bail Me Out Of, And I'm Just Grateful That I Survived. But The Music Got Very Lost; I Didn't Know Where I Was Going, And I Didn't Really Care. I Was More Into Just Having A Good Time, And I Think It Showed.

I Remember Hearing Sonny Terry And Brownie Mcghee, Big Bill Broonzy, Chuck Berry And Bo Diddley And Not Really Knowing Anything About The Geography Or The Culture Of The Music. But For Some Reason It Did Something To Me - It Resonated.

When All The Original Blues Guys Are Gone, You Start To Realize That Someone Has To Tend To The Tradition. I Recognize That I Have Some Responsibility To Keep The Music Alive, And It's A Pretty Honorable Position To Be In.

You Can't Mastermind Everything. You'll Go Crazy. Just Show Up And Play.