A horn has that voice quality, and an electric guitar can emulate that. But playing an acoustic, the notes don't sustain like that.

It's hard to go out in front of people with an acoustic guitar and improvise for 30 or 40 minutes, but I had a compulsion to do it. I just had to in a way that I can't really explain.

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 was working at eBay, so I would just troll the vintage categories, find old amps and what have you. I was buying a fair amount of stuff and playing with it and then selling it back.

I don't think I had a specific moment when I thought, "I'm not going to play music anymore." I just played less and got involved in other things.

With Fred McDowell, I just love the way he articulates the notes. I'm hardly unique in that, but there's just something about that that I love.

I did pull out my old Telecaster, and have been thinking I'd like to play that loud with a drummer. But I haven't actually done that yet.

The nice thing about solo is I don't have to coordinate with anyone else's schedule, since it's hard for me just to have a free 15 minutes here and there.

I had opportunities to play with other people and give my self some sort of security, but for some reason I wanted to play solo and just put it out there.

I had a guitar sitting around, and it just happened to have four strings on it, and I would sit around watching TV and playing it. I ended up writing bunches of songs around four strings.

I don't know what I mean, but I know I believe it.

A good horse should be seldom spurred.

I think poetry is a fabulous medium to encapsulate thoughts far more precisely than prose.

You best believe that I often tend to surpass what the rest achieve.

The truth is: you don’t have a life, you are life.

I had an instinct before and maybe now I don't have that instinct as much as knowing what to do, what shots to hit, where to place the ball, things like that.

Remember that the wit, humour, and jokes of most mixed companies are local. They thrive in that particular soil, but will not often bear transplanting.

Your mother was a goatherder. (Savitar) It’s an honorable profession. (Takeshi) Yeah, for a goat. (Savitar)

Getting an education was a bit like a communicable sexual disease.

One good, hearty laugh is a bombshell exploding in the right place, while spleen and discontent are a gun that kicks over the man who shoots it off.