So we make our own
And every now and then someone gets close to the original and upon hearing it something happens with our emotions and we FEEL alive-------------(is this bolloky stuff what anybody wants to read)
When I was 15 -1962-I heard Mississippi Fred McDowell and something happened, John Lee Hooker, Robert Johnson, Bukka White, Big Joe Williams, there was so much of it, Muddy waters, Howlin Wolf, Sleepy John Estes, there seemed to be an inexhaustible amount of this blues stuff and all of it was pure no shit beautiful, it made me feel alive, in touch with something inside
I been searching for that experience ever since
I was in Leeds looking for like-minded folk
Every one just wanted to get stoned and talk about it
I wanted to do it
I moved to Harrogate and found some people who wanted to do it
It became a band called Wally
We did it
We made music
It went around the world
I was a slide guitar player in Wally
I never set out to be a slide guitar player
I was a bass player in Wally
I never set out to be a bass player
All the time I was writing stuff
angsed prose
I was looking at the world and people around me
They seemed to know what they were doing and why
It looked like blind faith (good band)--to me
I was compromising
I never wanted to compromise
I don't want to be Fred McDowell, Robert Johnson etc.
Got involved with other bands after Wally
Freddy Alva etc. etc. etc.
---Too much compromise--
So---- start a business get a mortgage get a wife--
Inevitably it goes pear shaped so I think fuck it
It's now or never
Started playing
But now
My own stuff-
Nothing is original
Can it be peculiar?
Should I have done this 30 years ago?
Could I have done this 30 years ago?
No
Now is the time
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