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.

Meanwhile after failing the bar twice, I knew some people in New York and moved here in August '71.

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.

From '69 til '76, I never played in public. I would play by myself at home.

I was coerced into taking piano lessons in the early '50s. It was a quite unpleasant experience.

Reading music is something that's inherently hateful to me. It makes music like mathematics.

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.