In My Lowest Moments, The

'my Father's Eyes' Is Very Personal. I Realized That The Closest I Ever Came To Looking In My Father's Eyes Was When I Looked Into My Son's Eyes.

At First The Music Almost Repelled Me, It Was So Intense, And This Man Made No Attempt To Sugarcoat What He Was Trying To Say, Or Play. It Was Hard-core, More Than Anything I Had Ever Heard. After A Few Listenings I Realized That, On Some Level, I Had Found The Master, And That Following This Man's Example Would Be My Life's Work.

I Used To Do Crazy Things That People Would Bail Me Out Of, And I'm Just Grateful That I Survived. But The Music Got Very Lost; I Didn't Know Where I Was Going, And I Didn't Really Care. I Was More Into Just Having A Good Time, And I Think It Showed.

I Remember Hearing Sonny Terry And Brownie Mcghee, Big Bill Broonzy, Chuck Berry And Bo Diddley And Not Really Knowing Anything About The Geography Or The Culture Of The Music. But For Some Reason It Did Something To Me - It Resonated.

It's Very Dependent On Your State Of Mind. And Your Emotional State As Well. And A Lot Of It Comes Pouring Out, You Don't Really Have That Much Control With It.