Chelveston sat down with legendary blues guitarist Chunk Squeeds last month to discuss life, love, and music.
Chelveston: CWAA CW CW CWAA CWAA?
Chunk: Fourth of July, nineteen an’ thirty nine momma gabe me a coffee can. I weren’t more than five year ol’ but I juss took to it and started bangin’ out tunes and sangin’. Poppa ‘ttached a stick an’ string an’ dats Chunk’s firss geetar.
Chelveston: CW CW CWAAAA?
Chunk: Aw ma real name’s Cornelius but I got beat up numeruss times, numeruss. And I come home one time affer a beatin’ and momma says “Looks like somein take a chunk outta you boy”. Affer dat she call me Chunk and so did Poppa. Course Poppa took a switch to ma bum for startin’ shit but I says “No sir, tweren’t me started it. I’ss juss sangin and ol’ Reggie come and punch me up my face and says stop yur hollerin’”. Well Poppa felt real bad and dats whenee gimme strings an’ such.
Chelveston: CWAA, CWAA CWAA. CW CW CWAA CW CW CWAAA?
Chunk: I ‘preciate dat Chelv, I do. An’ yaw, Reggie got hizz buoy. Couple days lader Poppa take a baseball bat to his daddy’s gut. Reggie shezzup affer dat whooey.
Chelveston: CW CW CWAA CWAA, CW CWAA “Blues Greats”?
Chunk: Shaw ya I play withem all. Murchy Waters, CC Queen, Momma Houndstoot. Ma gooness she wa praddy, ssweet lika movie star. Affer a gig I ass’er, “Girl you fine. Less you an’ me git some grub.” An’ she says “whodat yabberin’ at Momma?” an’ den her manjer come up and taker away from ol’ Chunk. Ooowee she wa sweet on me, da way she lookin’ at ma shooes like dat.
Chelveston: CWA CWA CWAA. CW CW CWA CWAA?
Chunk: Shaw Chelv, lottos fo dem rich buoys. Ol’ Chunk can barely ford a sammich and sewer wadder know wad I mean? Hey you spot ol’ Chunk a couple greenies?
Chelveston: CWA CWA! CW CW CWAAA.
Chunk: An’ thank you misser Chelveston. Iss been ma honor, aw mine.