Sounds like the blues are composed of feeling, finesse, and fear.

My mom took my sister and me to see Elvis [Presley] in concert when was, maybe 5 or 6, and I liked everything about it.

I've been touted for my guacamole. I'll stand by my method. People have asked me to come to their home and prepare it. Restaurants have asked me about it.

Can't do it, simply cause underneath 'em is too ugly.

It's important to collect unusual characters. It keeps you sharp.

The blues is a mighty long road. Or it could be a river, one that twists and turns and flows into a sea of limitless musical potential.

I probably owe as much to Jeff Beck as I do to Son House with connections to the blues.