These fingers of mine got brains in 'em.
I'm dragging the audience to hell with me
I've learned to be one of the hardheadedest cats in the world. I've learned that.
Y'know, there's nothin' like tearing up a good club now and then.
Other people - they practice and they practice... these fingers of mine, they got brains in 'em. You don't tell them what to do - they do it. God given talent.
When they look back on me I want 'em to remember me not for all my wives, although I've had a few, and certainly not for any mansions or high livin' money I made and spent. I want 'em to remember me simply for my music.