Blues Musicians Don't Retire. They Drop.

When You Catch Me Playing Something At Home, It's Somebody Else's Stuff Where I Can What We Call Steal Licks From, And That's How I Taught Myself How To Play.

Your Mind Is On Vacation And Your Mouth Is Working Overtime.

Once I Was Checking To Hotel And A Couple Saw My Ring With Blues On It. They Said, 'you Play Blues. That Music Is So Sad.' I Gave Them Tickets To The Show, And They Came Up Afterwards And Said, 'you Didn't Play One Sad Song.'

I Can't Learn Nothing From Listening To Me. That's Something I Already Know.

So Here I Am - A 75-year-old Man Sitting On A Bar Stool In A Blues Club, Trying To Figure Out Exactly How I Got Here. Any Way You Look At It, It's A Helluva Story.