You play a 'lowdown dirty shame slow and lonesome, my mama dead, my papa across the sea I ain't dead but I'm just supposed to be' blues. You can take that same blues, make it uptempo, a shuffle blues, that's what rock n' roll did with it. So blues ain't going nowhere. Ain't goin' nowhere.
It was on my fifth birthday that Papa put his hand on my shoulder and said, 'Remember, my son, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of your arm.'
'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'
There's nothing like a love for our children. I love being a papa, and that's the truth.
I fed them every day. So it was a papa that kept food on the table for them. I did that. I did my part.