What I do now is all my dad's fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.
I know a girl who cries when she practices violin because each note sounds so pure it just cuts into her, and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. Now, to me, everything else just sounds like a lie.
When I started learning the cello, I fell in love with the instrument because it seemed like a voice - my voice.
I'm only myself when I have a guitar in my hands.
I loved the guitar, and I had all of this music in my head. My passion for the guitar and the ideas for what I could create musically were equal. So that's where I was.
The only thing I ever really wanted was a Strat .. I started playing guitar after seeing Jimi Hendrix on TV the day he died...then I got Deep Purples' Fireball album which was also a big influence .. I have a collection of more than 200 of them that includes Strats from every year since March 1954 - the first month the Strat was made
My dad didn't want me to play guitar. He played piano, so I chose that. And I ended up loving it.
The clarinet chose me more than I chose the clarinet.
The cult of the instrument is O.K. for people who are mad about the guitar. But I love music. The guitar is just the instrument I happen to play.
