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'm a compulsive musician, but it's also a bloody good way out of having to do anything else.

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 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.