The Stones were nasty and ugly and doing songs I was familiar with.
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.
I started off with the really funky stuff like Ramsey Lewis, Milt Jackson, Kenny Burrell.
Even by the time I was four or five, I had Gene Autry records.
I never really followed grunge.
By then I was in Brooklyn and drank my way through that summer. I stopped when I got sick of that and got a job at the Strand bookstore, which was a little better than the tax job.