 You know, all the musicians in my days had nicknames. My name was Satchel Mouth, like a doctor's satchel. When I went to England, this fellow was strictly English, and he was the editor of the newspaper there. He shook my hand, and as I got off the train, he said, Hello, Satchel Mouth. So right away, my trauma blessed said, The man think you have more mouth than Satchel Mouth. So I was stuck with it, and it turned out all right.