"The music that lives in Moses Jones, either by birth or divine guidance, is as good as it is varied. The sound comes from the instruments, but the music comes from the souls of the boys pulling the strings. It rolls down the mountains and through the hills and takes hold before the soil turns to sand, remaining on the solid ground it knows well. Let others shag on boardwalks. We pound boots on quartz and clay, nodding our heads in time and agreement.

So it has been and so it shall be, forever and always. Amen."