I probably owe as much to Jeff Beck as I do to Son House with connections to the blues.

It's a real uphill challenge to battle the white-guyness.

A blown-out tube ripped some of the grind from the amplifier, throwing us into a momentary tizzy. The unusual sound led me to play unusually, and the recorded take turned out to be a keeper. Insriration can come from the most unlikely places ... keep your head on and your ears open.

Ever since I was a little kid and first heard Jimmy Reed's 'Honey, Don't Let Me Go,' the blues has been in my blood.

There's not a single genre that is hard to find or hard to get.

Every once in awhile I'll call up Eddie (Van Halen) and ask, Found that fourth chord yet?

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. After all that I pretty much knew playing guitar was something I was going to do because I just had to do it. And I did.