The Blues Was Bleeding The Same Blood

Michael Bloomfield Came In After Rock N Roll Started, And He Was A Great Guitarist. He Idolized Me - I Know That. What Else Can I Say ? He Was A Young, Excitable Man. To Him, Drugs Were Plentiful, And That Was No Good. I Talked To Him Like He Was A Son Of Mine. He Was A Great And He Was Gonna Be Greater. But He Was Part Of The "in-crowd" And So He Never Got There

I Tried To Connect My Singing Voice To My Guitar An' My Guitar To My Singing Voice. Like The Two Was Talking To One Another.

The Blues Was Bleeding The Same Blood As Me.

My Ex-wife Was Trying To Be Nice Once, So She Took Me To A Concert In Los Angeles. I Went With Her To Symphony Hall, And The Orchestra Was Playing. When The Show Started, The Spotlight Was Sharp On This One Man (andres Segovia) And He Had Sombrero On And His Guitar Propped Up Like This And, Oh Man ... He Was A Master ! - I Really Heard It. That One Guitar Sounded Like A Whole Orchestra To Me.

I Think Ive Done The Best I Could Have Done. But I Keep Wanting To Play Better, Go Further. There Are So Many Sounds I Still Want To Make, So Many Things I Havent Yet Done. When I Was Younger I Thought Maybe Id Reached That Peak. But Im 86 Now, And If I Make It Through To Next Month, Ill Be 87. And Now I Know It Can Never Be Perfect, It Can Never Be Exactly What It Should Be, So You Got To Keep Going Further, Getting Better.