“And taught myself to play because I wanted to write songs.”

Over the years but are far too elaborate to cover in one article.

Digital for storage and quickness.

Age 10. I joined the school marching band as a drummer.

King Crimson is never easy; it’s challenging. That’s why I like it.

I love drums and still play frequently.

My heart and soul are in the Stratocaster.

Someone who plays all the instruments and teaches others.

My inspiration and usual subject matter: life.

Currently I’m working with Parker Fly on a new Midi guitar to arrive next year.

I was left with an urge to make the guitar sound like things it shouldn’t be able to sound like.

Yes, but don’t forget I also have the luxury of the worlds finest band when it gets lonely.

My favorite puzzle is trying to work out the parts myself, after all it is a solo effort.

Songs, ideas, even paintings are pouring out of me.

I’ve developed a large vocabulary of sounds each requiring certain physical techniques often combined with a specific effect box.

Nothing juices me up creatively like being in my own studio for an extended period.

I have no secrets; all of these things have been discussed at length in guitar magazines.

There’s certain things that I was taught growing up about not quitting and seeing things through.

My mom is the No. 1 person who has taught me to be courteous towards women.

My mother was my biggest role model. She taught me to hate waste. We never wasted anything.

I’ve always been taught to try and look my best and that’s probably my main influence, I’m not looking to influence fashion anymore than the next guy, but I do try and look my best when I’m out and representing my movies.

I owe the best of myself to geology, but everything it has taught me tends to turn me away from dead things.

I decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.

Most young people find botany a dull study. So it is, as taught from the text-books in the schools; but study it yourself in the fields and woods, and you will find it a source of perennial delight.

We grew up in the Rose Park section of Salt Lake City. It’s a good neighborhood but a tough one, on the poor side but proud.