I am, and always will be, a blues guitarist.

Given the choice between accomplishing something and just lying around, I'd rather lie around. No contest.

You were at school and you were pimply and no one wanted to know you. You get into a group and you've got thousands of chicks there.

I mean, the sound of an amplified guitar in a room full of people was so hypnotic and addictive to me, that I could cross any kind of border to get on there.

When I was in Nashville, Tennessee in 1970 with Derek and the Dominoes, I went into this shop and they had a rack of Strats and Teles - all going for $100.00 each. I bought a handfull and made Blackie out of the body from one, the neck from another, and so on

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

I'd love to knock an audience cold with one note, but what do you do for the rest of the evening?