Blues and jazz pulled me away from what was left of my family.
From Alexis Korner
Every musical movement that is big enough has to produce some good musicians who wouldn't have had the incentive to start playing without it.
I'm a compulsive musician, but it's also a bloody good way out of having to do anything else.
I can't explain why one wants to pass a particular sort of pain onto other people, but you do.
I guess music, particularly the blues, is the only form of schizophrenia that has organised itself into being both legal and beneficial to society.
I had always intended to make a living out of playing blues. But I never admitted it to myself. I don't suppose I could have given a logical reason for it ever becoming possible to do so.
I must have been heavily schizophrenic all my life. The me who hears what the other me can't play is the dominant one.
I wanted to be able to play guitar. I wanted to be able to make music hurt.
I was considered as a jazz man rather than as a blues player. There were no blues players-you played one sort of jazz of another sort of jazz.
If the same phrase in the same place created the right effect, I was perfectly prepared to use it every time. I wasn't worried that I wasn't improvising.
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