All Along This Path I Tread, My

Music Survives Everything, And Like God, It Is Always Present. It Needs No Help, And Suffers No Hindrance.

From The Beginning, I Knew Intuitively That If Nothing Else, Music Was Safe, And That Nobody Could Tell Me Anything About It. Music Didn't Need A Middleman, Whereas All The Other Things In School Needed Some Kind Of Explanation.

The Yardbirds Came In To The Crawdaddy Club A Week After The Stones Finished Their Sunday Night Residency. They Had Done It For Almost A Year, I Think, And Then We Did It For A Year. It Was Better When They Were Playing There Because When They Went They Took Half The Crowd With Them And It Took Us Quite A While To Build Up Our Own Following.

I Just Managed To Convince My Grandmother That It Was A Worth While That Was Something To Do, You Know, And When I Did Finally Get The Guitar, It Didn't Seem That Difficult To Me, To Be Able To Make A Good Noise Out Of It.

I Have No Problem With Religion, And I Grew Up With A Strong Curiosity About Spiritual Matters, But My Searching Took Me Away From Church And Community Worship To The Internal Journey. Before My Recovery Began, I Found My God In Music And The Arts, With Writers Like Hermann Hesse, And Musicians Like Muddy Waters, Howlin' Wolf, And Little Walter.