No one could match Howlin' Wolf for the singular ability to rock the house down to the foundation while simultaneously scaring its patrons out of its wits.
I dabbled in things like Howlin' Wolf, Cream and Led Zeppelin, but when I heard Son House and Robert Johnson, it blew my mind. It was something I'd been missing my whole life. That music made me discard everything else and just get down to the soul and honesty of the blues.
All the really great records or people who made them somehow came from Memphis or Louisiana or somewhere along the Mississippi River. . . And singers like Howlin' Wolf and Muddy Waters gave me the feeling that they were right there, standing by the river.
I couldn't do no yodelin', so I turned to howlin'. And it's done me just fine.