Through Music You Can Become Sad, Joyful,

Greed Has Driven The World Crazy. And I Think I'm Lucky That I Have A Place Over Here That I Can Call Home.

I Play Piano, By Ear. Yes, I Write Songs... And Good Ones.

I'm A Real Rebel With A Cause.

What Kept Me Sane Was Knowing That Things Would Change, And It Was A Question Of Keeping Myself Together Until They Did.

My People Have Very Subtle Slang, Inflections And Ways Of Saying Things That Has Little To Do With Words. If You're From The Same Place, You'll Feel The Jargon And Know Exactly What's Happening. Same With Any Neighborhood Cat. What He Sees And Hears And Feels And Lives Makes Him What He Is. That's What Blues Is.