From '69 til '76, I never played in public. I would play by myself at home.
The Stones were nasty and ugly and doing songs I was familiar with.
After I exhausted the blues thing, I got into jazz.
I was coerced into taking piano lessons in the early '50s. It was a quite unpleasant experience.
I was 12 in '55 when rock and roll hit. It just completely transformed me.
It was just like Howlin' Wolf. Once you arrive at the point that you understand it, the emotional factor is darker than some of the saddest blues stuff.