The colored folks been singing it and playing it just like I'm doin' now, man, for more years than I know. I got it from them.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I wanted to do the whole album in black and white, and it really killed me that when you see it in the light it's got green in it. I don't know what the hell that was about.
You've got to realize. In the western world, regardless of what color you are, what title the music is, it's all played by the same notes.
I suppose I was waiting until I was old enough to have some sort of experience to sing about. When you're young, it's hard to sing the blues. Nobody believes you.
White folks hear the blues come out, but they don't know how it got there.
You know, songs often have a very coloured past. They might have something about them but it still doesn't work, so someone else adds a bit, and someone else adds a bit so perhaps one day I'll know its full history.
I tried several times to get the song right. The tune and the chords that I started with, there really wasn't anywhere else it could go. I stopped fighting it and let it take me away.
I then realized that I could never be satisfied again with the mere natural charm of my voice, that I had to constantly paint when singing, melting all the colors, expressing reds and blacks that had to be less primary but bursting with subtly colored combinations.
I've done a song with almost everybody in the game.
It's tough hearing your voice on the radio, on a chorus, and knowing that people think it's another artist.
I sing in many different colors and, hopefully, they add up to a great performance that, after you leave the theater, makes you feel like I've really shared something of myself.
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