Growing up, I was raised on the blues; you would enter our home and there may be music playing and my father singing and doing the James Brown across the livingroom floor. That was just my "daddy" he was never shy, and that's where I got my taste of music and learned about my heritage. My father would show me pictures of his band and tell me all kind of stories, of having to carry all of the band equipment through three feet of mud. Stories like that and seeing the self-confidence that my father had; was unbreakable. It made me proud of my "daddy". No one could tell me nothing negative about my father, because to me, he was the best dad, dancer, and could sing better than any tape or record he played.

      Twenty-one years later. Now that I'm an adult I look back and remember the fishing trips and standing on my father's feet as we danced across the floor to Bobby Womack. Bobby "Blues" Bland and Johnny Taylor. In my heart he's still got it and he's still the best!! Jonny "Blues Boy" Robinson... My role model and most of all my "DADDY".