It was not until 2011, nearly twenty years after Muddy’s death, that Mud decided to launch his own career as a blues singer, releasing his first album, ‘Son of the Seventh Son’, at the age of 58. “I ran from the blues, and I ran from it, and I ran from it,” he reflects. “But it caught up with me, man.”
Mud’s flight from the blues saw him go to business school and drive trucks to make a living, but he realised he wanted to leave his own legacy and not just live in the shadow of his father. “You’re born and it really don’t make a lot of difference after you die, but it’s what you do in between that matters. So if I leave something good here in this life of mine, then job well done.
“We got enough bad things we can say about ourselves, but you have to leave something good at some point. It’s a whole wind that don’t ever change direction.”
Just as Muddy was shaped as performer by growing up on a plantation, Mud has strongly been shaped by his upbringing in the heart of the Chicago ghetto.
“If it wasn’t for what I’ve been through, then I wouldn’t be singing the blues. How can you sing the blues if you never had any? How can you tell me how it feels to be drunk if you never took a drink? If you’ve never been a drug addict, how can you tell me what drugs are gonna do to me? If you’ve never been through anything, how can you sing the blues? That’s propaganda; it’s not real.”
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