Well, I Think Part Of My Gift,

Oh Yeah, I Mean, It Wasn't A Very Good Guitar, Most Good Guitars Have Got Thrust Rods In The Necks That You Can Adjust Or That'll Keep Them In Shape, You Know Keep Them Straight. This One Just, Well It Turned Into A Bow And Arrow After A Couple Of Months.

I Like Solitude. I Like The Anomalous Life. I Like A Quiet Life.

The Blues Are What I've Turned To, What Has Given Me Inspiration And Relief In All The Trials Of My Life.

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.

At First The Music Almost Repelled Me, It Was So Intense, And This Man Made No Attempt To Sugarcoat What He Was Trying To Say, Or Play. It Was Hard-core, More Than Anything I Had Ever Heard. After A Few Listenings I Realized That, On Some Level, I Had Found The Master, And That Following This Man's Example Would Be My Life's Work.