I can't say where I was born mostly because I don't know. I was told I was found in the luggage car on a train bound for Memphis. No way to know how I got there but I was adopted on the spot by a kind couple who I took to be my mother and father from that point forward. Dad was headed to Memphis for a sales convention and mom was tagging along. Turns out that was the luckiest day of my life.
Mom and Dad were pretty good musicians. Arbutus traveled around a lot, he had a job selling notions but guitar was his real passion. Francis played the banjo quite well and they would pull out the instruments in the evening after dinner and run through a bunch of tunes. I particularly remember "Bye Bye Blackbird" and "My Indiana Home".
My folks spent about every dime they made on records so I heard a lot of music growing up. We had a phonograph with a stack of records that I played over and over. Annette Hanshaw, Blind Blake, Bessie Smith, Papa Charlie Jackson, Lee Morse, and of course Jimmie Rodgers were among my favorites. I took up guitar and Dad showed me the chords he knew and taught me the popular songs of the day. Unfortunately he was killed in an automobile accident when I was a youth, but I will never forget his lasting influence. Mom still plays the banjo a bit when she's in the mood.
As a minister in the service of Almighty God, I dedicate my life to spreading the word of the Gospel. The Bible is my guide and most precious possession. I hear voices from inanimate objects, I speak to them, I have visions of worlds humans can never visit. And I know that this is God speaking to me, selecting me from the multitudes to carry his word forward. I, the Reverend Kingfish, have been anointed and appointed by God to reach out to provide inspiration and everlasting redemption through music.
But my lot is not easy, the road is long and needs repaving. I am afflicted by visions in my sleep. In my dreams a horse with a mane of gold and hooves of finest silver comes to my bed and carries me into the clouds. There a serpent with three heads asks me three riddles which I must answer correctly to be allowed to enter the kingdom of terpsichordian delight. Riddle the first: What is red and not red? Riddle the second: When you finish your dinner what do you see? Riddle the third: What is part man, part beast, and part shoe? I answer these riddles incorrectly for I know not the answers. I then wake from my dream in confusion. But still I carry on for one day I will answer the riddles correctly and unlock the sacred secrets that lie beyond the reach of man.
May the peace of the Lord be with you.
-- Kingfish Cappy Dick Nebuchadnezzar Odemus Winding Boy Improved Grand High Mystic Ruler