Music survives everything, and like God, it is always present. It needs no help, and suffers no hindrance.

It's very difficult to explain the effect the first blues record I heard had on me, except to say that I recognized it immediately. It was as if I were being reintroduced to something that I already knew, maybe from another, earlier life. For me there is something primitively soothing about this music, and it went straight to my nervous system, making me feel ten feet tall.

Music became a healer for me. And I learned to listen with all my being. I found that it could wipe away all fear and confusion.

And if I don't be there by morning, she'll know that I must've spent the night in jail.

I wish I could write easily. I'm one of those guys who's visited by the muse when things are dire.

Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven I'll find my way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven

Very much like that, and very much a loner, do you know and I didn't fit really into sport or all kind of group activities as a kid, I couldn't find a niche. And music was not really part of the kind of village curriculum it would, you know.