The truth was obscure, Too profound and too pure, To live it you had to explode

Up north, you could find these radio stations with no name on the dials that played pre-rock 'n' roll things - country blues. We would hear Slim Harpo or Lightnin' Slim and gospel groups, the Dixie Hummingbirds, the Five Blind Boys of Alabama. I was so far north, I didn't even know where Alabama was.

Since my feet are now fast and point away from the past, I'll bid farewell and be down the line.

People don't live or die, people just float.

Draft beer, not people.

I like the fans, but I don't feel an obligation that I have to be an example to them, like say maybe a baseball player would, or a football player or maybe some other type of musicians. I don't feel I have to really set an example that somebody else has to live up to.

If I could have any job in the world, I'd start out by writing a blog on Wired.com.