The big compliment came from the beer drinkers who didn't know me. They wouldn't drink or move when I sang. If they had their glasses in mid-air, the glasses wouldn't come down.
There is a certain type of white Southerner who respects certain Negro individuals.
All the men in my life have been two things: an epic and an epidemic.
My whole family could sing. My family harmonized without any instruments to accompany them.
We are all gifted. That is our inheritance.
I found that a couple of bottles of beer would give me a lift, but the third bottle would sober me up.