The world of research has gone berserk. Too much paper work.

She had bullets in her eyes and they fired.

Basically you have to suppress your own ambitions in order to be who you need to be.

You just don't wake up one day and decide that you need to write songs.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

It's always disappointing when people decide for one reason or another that they don't like your work anymore, but you can't try to please people, because then you're just going to be doing - you'll never live it down, y'know it'll always be dogging you around - you might be being a fake about the whole thing.

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.