The first guitar I ever had was a gut-string Spanish guitar, and I couldn't really get the hang of it. I was only 13, and I talked my grandparents into buying it for me. I tried and tried and tried, but got nowhere with it.

I grew up playing in clubs - that's my spiritual stomping ground.

But I did go to music really early on, even when I was 4 or 5, I was responding to music probably in ways other kids were not.

It's very difficult to explain the effect the first blues record I heard had on me, except to say that I recognized it immediately. It was as if I were being reintroduced to something that I already knew, maybe from another, earlier life. For me there is something primitively soothing about this music, and it went straight to my nervous system, making me feel ten feet tall.

Give me a guitar and I'll play; give me a stage and I'll perform; give me an auditorium and I'll fill it.

This moment in time, on this tour, you know, I'm discovering a lot of new things. And to be 45 and doing that, it's a mixture of pleasure and pain, I can assure you.

I got a problem, can you relate? I got a woman calling love hate.