The General, like many, journeyed a long way to get to this point.  He grew up in Alabama listening to John R. on his transistor radio.  He lived with the blues long before he know what it was.  Gigging well before he hit his teen years, he left the Yellowhammer State, left the blues, left everything to chase his dreams and visions.  He's been at the crossroads several times, made the deals and tasted it all.  He even picked up two Grammy nominations when Koko Taylor and Lonnie Brooks recorded a song he co-wrote with Fred James and Mary Ann Brandon.  All along, at every turn, no matter what road The General was on, the power of that old Delta music kept bubbling through.  Finally, it filled him up.  Now he's found his place and taken his stand. 

          From The General himself:  "Ladies & Gents, don't get me wrong, I'm no saint — just a man who's been around for 50 years.  I've worked both sides of the street.  All I'm sayin' is, having a relationship with Jesus Christ can protect and enhance your entire life.  I love the blues and I love the Lord — it's a darn good combination."

          Power and passion — those are the forces at work here.  The power of Delta blues, the passion of belief.  Belief in healing, belief in the music, belief in a power beyond all of us.   There's much more here than meets the eye.  Watching The General play — his black boots pounding the stomp box, the tambourines ringing on his ankles, his slide tearing against the 12-strings of his Dobro as it reflects the stage lights, a scent of cleansing white sage, the mojos, that distinct raw growl.  This ain't no blues for the faint of heart.  He strips it down and lays it out. Take it or leave it, he gives it all to you with enthusiasm that defines passion.  Oh yeah, there's way more here than meets the eye.  It's about power and passion — just listen.

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