I don’t understand why some people will only accept a guitar if it has an instantly recognizable guitar sound. Finding ways to use the same guitar people have been using for 50 years to make sounds that no one has heard before is truly what gets me off.
I’ve never stuck around long enough to know if anyone would miss me. That’s rock ‘n’ roll, though. Here today, gone tomorrow.
Things turn out better by accident sometimes. But you can’t organize accidents.
Nowadays music is as disposable as a McDonald’s wrapper.
That old funny-shaped bit of wood is still staring me in the face every day saying ‘come on, you haven’t started yet!’ It’s infinite.
A lot of solos I hear sound so incredible, but they sound like somebody practicing. They sound a bit soulless – fiery, but at the same time, lacking in spirit and soul.
I cherish my privacy, and woe betide anyone who tries to interfere with that.