I get the urge for going/But I never seem to go.

So many things I would have done, but clouds got in my way.

Not to dismiss Gershwin, but Gershwin is the chip; Ellington was the block.

My name had gone stale, and no matter how progressive I got, it was my time to die.

But now it's just another show, you leave em laughing when you go. And if you care, don't let them know, don't give yourself away.

Once I got the open tunings for some reason, I began to get the harmonic sophistication that I heard that my musical fountain inside was excited by. Once I got some interesting chords to play with, my writing began to come.

I've got 50 different tunings in the guitar.