“Like a fool, I fell in love with you, Turned my whole world upside down.”

I am, and always will be, a blues guitarist.

My Father’s Eyes’ is very personal. I realized that the closest I ever came to looking in my father’s eyes was when I looked into my son’s eyes.

The first guitar I ever had was a gut-string Spanish guitar, and I couldn’t really get the hang of it. I was only 13, and I talked my grandparents into buying it for me. I tried and tried and tried, but got nowhere with it.

An obsession is where something will not leave your mind.

Music became a healer for me.

Although they can do it all the time, you know, they’re far better than me, on a musically, on a theoretical music level. You know, they’re out of my league.

My original interests and intentions in guitar playing were primarily created on quality of tone, for instance, the way the instrument could be made to echo or simulate the human voice.

It is painful to relive things that have caused emotional crises or whatever and find ways to express that musically.

A British pressing with a compilation of the best stuff really, I mean actually not only that but, these were all kind of semi hits for the people on it in America.

The toughest thing about being a celebrity, I suppose, is being polite when I don’t want to be.

Plant your love and let it grow.

If you hand me a guitar, I’ll play the blues. That’s the place I automatically go.

When all the original blues guys are gone, you start to realize that someone has to tend to the tradition. I recognize that I have some responsibility to keep the music alive, and it’s a pretty honorable position to be in.

I’m an egomaniac with an inferiority complex.

To sing in a lower key is harder work. You have to use your diaphragm more.

They found our hero in the gutter with a diamond ring and a gun.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

I’m praying for patience and falling behind.

Sometimes I only fall in love with the moment itself not the people or places in it.

To know why you fell in love will never bring you back up.

Time is capable of doing it all love, hurt, rise and fall.

There comes a point where we need to stop just pulling people out of the river. We need to go upstream to find out why they’re falling in.

Prose is when all the lines except the last go on to the end. Poetry is when some of them fall short of it.

We were a storm that couldn’t decide where to let the rain fall. I never wanted to let go and you didn’t know how to stop.