C.J was in Portland this summer
to perform on the "Blues Cruise," on the Willamette River.
We visited for the first time in almost 40 years. A long time ago,
Sonny was in his Daddy Clifton's band. I knew it had been a short-lived
relationship, so I asked C.J. how it worked out.
"Not so good," he said. "My Dad came to the breakfast table at 7 am wearing a
suit, tie and polished shoes." Sonny, on the other hand, made no special effort to dress
up, even for gigs. It was too much for the old man, so he had to fire the white boy who
could play his skinny ass off, but just didn't fit the right "profile!"
