I’m an egomaniac with an inferiority complex.
I found my God in music and the arts, with writers like Hermann Hesse, and musicians like Muddy Waters, Howlin’ Wolf, and Little Walter. In some way, in some form, my God was always there, but now I have learned to talk to him.
I don’t know if I believe in luck. I think I’m very fortunate.
Given the choice between accomplishing something and just lying around, I’d rather lie around. No contest.
An obsession is where something will not leave your mind.
When you’re onstage with an electric band going through a massive P.A. system, it’s very artificial. You can’t really hear your own voice as it comes out of your mouth.
Musically, he was like an old man in a boy’s skin.
If you hand me a guitar, I’ll play the blues. That’s the place I automatically go.
In my lowest moments, the only reason I didn’t commit suicide was that I knew I wouldn’t be able to drink any more if I was dead.
I like solitude. I like the anomalous life. I like a quiet life.
[Unplugged] was also the cheapest to produce and required the least amount of preparation and work. But if you want to know what it actually cost me, go to Ripley and visit the grave of my son.
I remember hearing Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, Big Bill Broonzy, Chuck Berry and Bo Diddley and not really knowing anything about the geography or the culture of the music. But for some reason it did something to me – it resonated.