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.

Musically, he was like an old man in a boy's skin.

One of the most beneficial things I've ever learned is how to keep my mouth shut.

I remember when I thought of singing as the bit that went between the guitar playing - something I couldn't wait to get out of the way. Singing was originally like a chore that I didn't really enjoy.

For me, the most trustworthy vehicle for spirituality had always proven to be music.

Loose ladies on the road will drive you crazy, every no, becomes a maybe.

A British pressing with a compilation of the best stuff really, I mean actually not only that but, these were all kind of semi hits for the people on it in America.