Well, I Think Part Of My Gift,

I Feel A Real Need To Observe A Level Of Propriety In What I'm Handing Out. Instead Of Me Just Venting Or Spilling My Guts, I've Got To Consider How It's Going To Affect People. How It's Going To Affect Me, As Well. Because It's Like A Cycle.

Give Me A Guitar And I'll Play; Give Me A Stage And I'll Perform; Give Me An Auditorium And I'll Fill It.

It's Very Difficult To Explain The Effect The First Blues Record I Heard Had On Me, Except To Say That I Recognized It Immediately. It Was As If I Were Being Reintroduced To Something That I Already Knew, Maybe From Another, Earlier Life. For Me There Is Something Primitively Soothing About This Music, And It Went Straight To My Nervous System, Making Me Feel Ten Feet Tall.

It's Taken Me To Be An Older Guy, An Old Man, To Have An Old Man's Voice. Because I Only Liked Old Men's Voices. As A Kid, I Didn't Like Pip-squeaked Singers.

When I Look For What I'm Going To Listen To I Go Backwards. I'm Always Going The Other Way You See. Most People Are Trying To Figure Out 'how Do I Get In The Fast Lane Going That Way?'. I'm Going In The Other Direction. I Wanna Find The Oldest Thing To Do.