I was playing with steel picks on a steel guitar, and there was no amplification needed.

When somebody blazes a path to a highway that never end, you should appreciate 'em some.

The last thing that the blues needs is another smart-ass white boy with an attitude.

I was playing with steel picks on a steel guitar, and there was no amplification needed.

I got Sonny up to Harlem, and we started street playin' in New York. We did that for three or four years and survived. We brought it back to the streets again.

Logically, when you talkin' about folk music and blues, you find out it's music of just plain people.

My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.