“I bought me a guitar about a year ago, learned how to play in a day or so.”

Take this rifle, kid. Gimme that guitar.

Healing is the rediscovery of who we are and who we have always been.

Pour me another tequila, I’m going to put on your red satin dress. You put on my clothes.

When I was around 7 or 8 my Dad took me to a B.B. King recording session, well, that really did it. Huge and lasting impressions.

I definitely have a different perspective on music in general. But once I actually have a guitar in my hands, I think I disappear into the same black hole that I was disappearing into when I was 15.

I enjoy the song writing process more than anything. It’s what I like the most, just sitting in my room with guitar or at the piano or something.

Yes, we three were so happy, my wife, my guitar and me!

I don’t read music; I taught myself guitar.

I get a feeling, on a guitar, and I sort of mess around until something resonates with me, and then I just find that what happens is that a melody comes, and with that, words.

I suppose I am proud of what has gone on, after all I only ever wanted to play the guitar for a living, and that is what I am still doing.

I’d always had an interest in guitar from about seven years old. But I first actually had lessons when I was about fifteen in Scotland, in Edinburgh.