I'd Rather Be B.b. King. That's The

Being A Blues Singer Is Like Being Black Two Times.

My Ex-wife Was Trying To Be Nice Once, So She Took Me To A Concert In Los Angeles. I Went With Her To Symphony Hall, And The Orchestra Was Playing. When The Show Started, The Spotlight Was Sharp On This One Man (andres Segovia) And He Had Sombrero On And His Guitar Propped Up Like This And, Oh Man ... He Was A Master ! - I Really Heard It. That One Guitar Sounded Like A Whole Orchestra To Me.

When I Do Eventually Drop, I Pray To God That It Will Happen In One Of Three Ways. Firstly, On Stage Or Leaving The Stage, Then Secondly In My Sleep. And The Third Way? You'll Have To Figure That Out For Yourself!

I Don't Think Anybody Steals Anything; All Of Us Borrow.

It Seems Like I Always Had To Work Harder Than Other People. Those Nights When Everybody Else Is Asleep, And You Sit In Your Room Trying To Play Scales.