All in all it was my intention to hold both the black and the white clientele by voicing the different kinds of songs in their customary tongues.

I have so many entities now as grow older you gain responsibilities, you know, real estate, and I like video, and you know I want to live a little you know, because time is passing, its not as long as it has been.

The gateway to freedom...was somewhere close to New Orleans where most Africans were sorted through and sold. I had driven through New Orleans on tour and I'd been told my great grandfather had lived way back up in the woods among the evergreens in a log cabin. I revived the era with a song about a coloured boy named Johnny B. Goode. My first thought was to make his life follow as my own had come along, but I thought it would seem biased to white fans to say 'coloured boy' and changed it to 'country boy'.

Hail, hail rock and roll / Deliver me from the days of old.

They're drinkin' home brew from a wooden cup. The folks were dancin' there got all shook up.

This is my 1963 Ford. It was the only car I could A-Ford.

My music is simple stuff. Anybody can sit down, look at a set of symbols and produce sounds the music represents.