I would sing the blues if I had the blues.

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'.

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.

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

It's gotta be rock and roll music, if you wanna dance with me.

Rock is rock, and, rock and roll, rock is just short for rock and roll.

Music is music and I think music people are the delivers, the actors, when they put their music out they want to insert their character in it. So they call it such and such so you know how they live so to speak.