I Was Anti-intellectual To The Nth. Basically

I Have Always Thought Of Myself As A Painter Derailed By Circumstance.

I Didn't Think I Had Much Of A Following In The South. I Thought I Was Anonymous Down There So I Kept To The South. But I Found In Certain Pockets That I Was Quite Recognizable And I Just Hit A Wig Store.

Once I Got The Open Tunings For Some Reason, I Began To Get The Harmonic Sophistication That I Heard That My Musical Fountain Inside Was Excited By. Once I Got Some Interesting Chords To Play With, My Writing Began To Come.

I Get The Same Charge From Juxtaposition Of Colors As I Do From Juxtaposition Of Chords.

An Artist Needs A Certain Amount Of Turmoil And Confusion.