Funk, gospel, blues is all out of slavery times, out of depression, out of sorrow.
Theory and harmony broadened my mind in music. I know what music is made of.
I try to swim every damn day I can, and I've learned to scuba dive and snorkel.
I made wine from the lilac tree/Put my heart in its recipe/It makes me see what I want to see/And be what I want to be
The allusion was that I was actually naked. I loved that. It always, kind of shocked people enough that they became mine immediately.
We have ordered things so long in a certain way, we are numb. Nobody dares question it. This is what is wrong, symbolically, with America.