I was playing with steel picks on a steel guitar, and there was no amplification needed.

My guitar was loud as hell, and I had no sympathy for anybody else.

Everybody would grab a guitar and listen to somebody else and call themselves a folk singer. When they didn't know no more songs, they'd run out of them.

Something is better than nothing. Doin' anything for a man, there's investments involved, there's time and production. It's better to give him ten bucks and get a record out than to never record the cat.

I started a guitar school. It was called Home of the Blues, on 125th Street in New York. I did that for five, six years and had a lot of students.

I only write about what I do, what happens to me.