I am the type of artist where you can’t tell me anything. I have always been that way. I am right. I don’t need any input.
I don’t believe in competition, ain’t nobody else like me around.
You’re gonna know my name by the end of the night.
I’m somewhat of a hoarder. I keep everything.
Music is soaking up things that I see in other people or things that go on in my life, and I put it out there in the form of a song.
For a black male, the sound of the blues is pre-Civil Rights. It’s oppression.
I failed public speaking in grade school, ’cause I was so nervous and scared.
All I can do is do what I can do, and do what I know how to do. I do what I love to do, and that’s pretty much it.
My mom always told me I should have a Plan B. I said that if I’m not going to play guitar I’m going to play drums. And if I’m not going to play drums, I’m going to play bass. I always just wanted to play music. I was completely obsessed.
I like to see how people interact with each other and I draw from that. I’m inspired by that.
I know that I’m capable of moving around on the guitar. I can express myself the way I want to and feel good about it. But as far as technical chops, I’m not a learned musician.
You know, I’ve never done karaoke, ever. It makes me nervous – I think it’s the lack of the guitar and just a microphone.
You could say I’m a laid-back kind of guy.
When I was growing up, I would go hang out with older guys at night in blues clubs.
There’s so much music in Austin, and it’s all so different.
I’ve been called ‘musically schizophrenic,’ and some people think that’s a cool thing.
I don’t think anything can touch the expressive range of the guitar.
I’m obsessed with fuzz pedals.
I never expected to be approached for an ad campaign.
The guys in my band buy instruments and sell and trade them. But if I have something I hang onto it. Everything is sentimental to me.