Buddy died when I was
about eighteen and he was twenty-two. From the moment I first heard
him, I felt akin. I felt related, like he was an older brother. I
even thought I resembled him. Buddy played the music that I loved –
the music I grew up on: country western, rock ‘n’ roll, and
rhythm and blues.
I think it was a day or
two after that that his plane went down. And somebody – somebody
I’d never seen before – handed me a Leadbelly record with the
song “Cottonfields” on it. And that record changed my life right
then and there.
© THE NOBEL FOUNDATION
2017
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