It used to be called boogie-woogie, it used to be called blues, used to be called rhythm and blues...It's called rock now.

Praise doesn't mean anything to me. I don't judge myself.

The gateway to freedom...was somewhere close to New Orleans where most Africans were sorted through and sold. I had driven through New Orleans on tour and I'd been told my great grandfather had lived way back up in the woods among the evergreens in a log cabin. I revived the era with a song about a coloured boy named Johnny B. Goode. My first thought was to make his life follow as my own had come along, but I thought it would seem biased to white fans to say 'coloured boy' and changed it to 'country boy'.

This is my 1963 Ford. It was the only car I could A-Ford.

It's amazing how much you can learn if your intentions are truly earnest.

The Big Band Era is my era. People say, 'Where did you get your style from?' I did the Big Band Era on guitar. That's the best way I could explain it.

Hail, hail rock and roll / Deliver me from the days of old.