I use heavy strings, tune low, play hard, and floor it. Floor it. That's technical talk.

Day by day night after night Blinded by the neon lights Hurry here, hustlin' there No one's got the time to spare Money's tight, nothin' free Won't somebody come and rescue me? I am stranded, caught in the crossfire Stranded, caught in the crossfire! Tooth for tooth, eye for an eye Sell your soul just to buy, buy, buy Beggin' a dollar stealin' a dime Come on can't you see that I I am stranded, caught in the crossfire

Your sound is in your hands as much as anything. It's the way you pick, and the way you hold the guitar, more than it is the amp or the guitar you use.

I was taught to think the next week or month or year will only get better than it is today. So I just keep waiting to see how great it will get!

I love my baby like the finest wine, I'll stick with her until the end of time.

But between sets I'd sneak over to the black places to hear blues musicians. It got to the point where I was making my living at white clubs and having my fun at the other places.

I'm just doing the best I can now to keep this going... trying to grow up and remain young at the same time.