ALAN LOMAX: Uh-huh, who’d you learn it from?//MUDDY WATERS
: I learn it from Son House.//ALAN LOMAX:Son House, who’s that?//MUDDY WATERS: That’s a boy, pick a guitar…//ALAN LOMAX: Oh, and how old, how old is Son House?//MUDDY WATERS: Ah, I’m not even sure his age, he’s about forty-two
SON HOUSE: I learnt the hard way what the B-L-U-E-S MEAN. Blues we call it. Some people you got, you got the foot blues, you got the rabbit blues, it’s all KINDA blues, you let the PEOPLE tell it. Aint no such thing but one kind. One kind. That consisted between male and female. And that’s what the kinda’ love come to. Ain’t talking’ bout the love of God now. Don’t mess him up with it… Just a different kind of love. Then that bring about this thing called BLUES. That’s when you been deceived by your fellow man, I mean by your love one, that you THOUGHT that you love… You come up DECEIVED by the very one you put all your trust in. I didn’t think you would do me like this. That’s the kind of love that I’m talking’ about. Boy that’ll really hurt too sometime. O some guys go out and cut they own throat, jump in the rivers and anything else.
Since it’s Muddy Waters’ 100th birthday this month of April, and the 30th anniversary of his death, we’re taking time out to honor and remember him here at the journal.