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I Always Liked The Steel Guitar. I Also Love The Guys That Play The Bottleneck. But I Could Never Do It; I Never Made It Do What I Want. So Every Time I Would Pick Up The Guitar, I'd Shake My Hand And Trill It A Bit. For Some Strange Reason My Ears Would Say To Me That Sounds Similar To What Those Guys Were Doing. I Can't Pick Up The Guitar Now Without Doing It. So That's How I Got Into Making My Sound. It Was Nothing Pretty. Just Trying To Please Myself. I Heard That Sound.

The Blues Was Bleeding The Same Blood As Me.

Jazz Is The Big Brother Of The Blues. If A Guy's Playing Blues Like We Play, He's In High School. When He Starts Playing Jazz It's Like Going On To College, To A School Of Higher Learning.

I Look At An Audience Kind Of Like Meeting My In-laws For The First Time. You Want To Be Yourself, But You Still Want To Be Somebody That They Like. When I Go On The Stage Each Night, I Try My Best To Outguess My Audience.

Singing About Your Sadness Unburdens Your Soul. But The Blues Hollers Shouted About More Than Being Sad. They Were Also Delivering Messages In Musical Code. If The Master Was Coming, You Might Sing A Hidden Warning To The Other Field Hands . . . The Blues Could Warn You What Was Coming. I Could See The Blues Was About Survival.