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I did it to myself. It wasn’t society… it wasn’t a pusher, it wasn’t being blind or being black or being poor. It was all my doing.
What makes my approach special is that I do different things. I do jazz, blues, country music and so forth. I do them all, like a good utility man.
Music is my life, professionally, for nearly 60 years. To be recognized by the academy is still the highest honor.
Music’s been around a long time, and there’s going to be music long after Ray Charles is dead. I just want to make my mark, leave something musically good behind. If it’s a big record, that’s the frosting on the cake, but music’s the main meal.
My music had roots which I’d dug up from my own childhood, musical roots buried in the darkest soil.
I was born with music inside me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived on the scene. It was a necessity for me-like food or water.
Learning to read music in Braille and play by ear helped me develop a damn good memory.
I never wanted to be famous. I only wanted to be great.