I guess music, particularly the blues, is the only form of schizophrenia that has organised itself into being both legal and beneficial to society.

Blues and jazz pulled me away from what was left of my family.

Every musical movement that is big enough has to produce some good musicians who wouldn't have had the incentive to start playing without it.

I'm a compulsive musician, but it's also a bloody good way out of having to do anything else.

I can't explain why one wants to pass a particular sort of pain onto other people, but you do.

I had always intended to make a living out of playing blues. But I never admitted it to myself. I don't suppose I could have given a logical reason for it ever becoming possible to do so.