God only knows how much I'd love you if you let me, but I can't break through at all.
It’s my failure to sound like my heroes that’s allowed me to sound like myself.
When you're just open but not honest, then you start free-associating garbage.
Maybe someday you can accuse somebody of being a poseur by selling out and playing blues music, but that's just not going to happen in my lifetime.
I've figured out my learning curve. I can look at something and somehow know exactly how long it will take for me to learn it.
It's better to say too much, than never to say what you need to say again.