After I exhausted the blues thing, I got into jazz.
I was 12 in '55 when rock and roll hit. It just completely transformed me.
Meanwhile after failing the bar twice, I knew some people in New York and moved here in August '71.
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.
My playing started to develop through the Miles Davis stuff I was listening to.
I never really followed grunge.