Like A Fool, I Fell

If You Hand Me A Guitar, I'll Play The Blues. That's The Place I Automatically Go.

In My Lowest Moments, The Only Reason I Didn't Commit Suicide Was That I Knew I Wouldn't Be Able To Drink Any More If I Was Dead.

It Sounds Strange For Me To Be Saying This, But I've Come Around To The Idea That Sex Really Is For Procreation.

Having Lovers And Friends Is All Good And Fine But I Don't Like Yours And You Don't Like Mine.

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.