Some of the greatest blues music is some of the darkest music you've ever heard.

You have moments of clarity, things become clear to you that you didn't understand before. But there's never any making ends meet or finding any time of longstanding peace of mind about something.

Someday we'll look back on this and it will all seem funny.

I have spent my life judging the distance between American reality and the American dream.

My dad was young. He went to work. But he'd been to war. He'd seen some of the world. It wasn't like he was going to be an extensive traveler or something. That didn't seem to be in the nature of - in his nature or in the nature of his parents or many of the folks in my family, really. They were - we had a cousin that went to - off to Brown University. It was like a nuclear explosion took place.

I was real good at music and real bad at everything else.

With a chance to make it good somehow, hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair.