I Was Lucky Enough To Get To

I Got Home, Picked Up My Ax, Turned On The Four-track And Just Played It ... I Played Three Solos Back To Back On Cemetery Gates ... The Next Morning, The Second And Third Solos Weren't Bad, But The First Had That First Take Magic ! .. I Didn't Touch It.

Every Song Is Different.

When I Tried To Play Something And Screwed Up, I'd Hear Some Other Note That Would Come Into Play. Then I Started Trying Different Things To Find The Beauty In It.

The Worst Advice I Ever Received From My Dad Was To Play By The Book. My Old Man Used To Flip Out Whenever I Would Try To Branch Out And Do Something Different. Although He Didn't Do It On Purpose, He Really Held Me Back In The Beginning.

I Was Lucky Enough To Get To See Guys Like Bugs Henderson, Jimmy Wallace, All Those Great Texas Blues Players.