I came to the deep south after signing my first record deal with Wooden Bowl Productions."artists who tell of the descent of gods onto earth must first drink water from a wooden bowl."My search was for the roots of rock and roll music,I knew it came out of the deep south yet from where...what is the source of it?That crazy sound."What is the source of that noise?It was a nightmarish journey yet a successful one.And all the way,really down to it.The most primitive and broken down form of it.The illustration of it carved upon the wall.Impossible to capture any other way.The purest form of it.That which is the HOLY and everlasting part of it.The union of day and night.All popular music of this day makes it's essence here.The recording as totally raw as possible,an RCA casette player sitting in the room next to my baby son who was sleeping under the piano or next to my ampeg Jupiter 42 Guitar amp.Seemed it was always summer too in the deep south,without air conditioning.The american black people church.Poor and wonderful working people dressed to kill to the glory of Jesus.The little church standing on every corner of the worst dope holes of any town with whole building shaking,"if my people who are called by my name shall humble themselves and call upon my name,I shall hear them from my throne in Heaven.And,I shall answer them." In order to continue I have to give you a testimony.I shall follow with that in my next post.Stay tuned! Your friend/Rene