Every musical movement that is big enough has to produce some good musicians who wouldn't have had the incentive to start playing without it.

I had always intended to make a living out of playing blues. But I never admitted it to myself. I don't suppose I could have given a logical reason for it ever becoming possible to do so.

I must have been heavily schizophrenic all my life. The me who hears what the other me can't play is the dominant one.

In 1940 I came across a record by Jimmy Yancey. I can't say how important that record is. From then on, all I wanted to do was play the blues.

I'm a compulsive musician, but it's also a bloody good way out of having to do anything else.

I can't explain why one wants to pass a particular sort of pain onto other people, but you do.

I guess music, particularly the blues, is the only form of schizophrenia that has organised itself into being both legal and beneficial to society.