I got my first guitar in October of 1968. I'm self-taught.

There was a lot of music in our home. Mom played piano in church and gave piano lessons.

Don't believe everything you hear on the street.

You get to the point in life where you realize you have to roll up your sleeves, deal with the consequences of what happens, and carry your own weight.

I got my first guitar in October of 1968. I'm self-taught.

It's no surprise to me or the other Isley brothers that I can sing, because I used to sing all the time in practice. The surprise is that somebody else likes it.

Playing guitar is not a beauty contest.