The blues had a baby and they called it rock and roll.
Of course that was my idol, Son House. I think he did a lot for the Mississippi slide down there.
Memphis was almost like going to California. Beale Street was the black man's street.
At night in the country, you'd be surprised how that music carries. You could hear my guitar way before you get to the house, and you could hear the peoples hollerin' and screamin'.
The thing about San Francisco is that it has this kind of magical quality.
I went down to my baby's house and I sit down on her steps. She said, now come on in now, you know, my husband just left.