I can't play long solos anymore without boring myself.

I admire Eddie Van Halen and Steve Lukather, but they might blow me away quite easily if we were to jam together.

It's been up to me to inspire me.

They looked great, you know the drawings of the guys playing looked great and bits of string around their necks. So it didn't seem to be that difficult a thing to do, or that inaccessible.

Although they can do it all the time, you know, they're far better than me, on a musically, on a theoretical music level. You know, they're out of my league.

At first the music almost repelled me, it was so intense, and this man made no attempt to sugarcoat what he was trying to say, or play. It was hard-core, more than anything I had ever heard. After a few listenings I realized that, on some level, I had found the master, and that following this man's example would be my life's work.

All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.