He arose laden with doubt as to how he should begin. He looked back at the bed where the grindstone lay. He looked out at the world, the most famous experimental prison of its time. Beyond the torture stakes he could see, nothing. Yet he could see.
“The thing to do in music now is to celebrate the praises of the Creator. That’s what anybody has to do with playing any instrument. Just try to celebrate this. That’s all. No more songs about how you feel about the rain or how the band’s looking or what you had for breakfast. It’s time to celebrate the Creator.“
James Blood Ulmer