| I grew up playing blues, country, classic rock, soul and just about anything else we could think of on stage in tin-roofed road houses, honky tonks and biker bars. I sang folks songs and old bluegrass tunes on back porches and in living rooms; I borrowed just as much from the Carter Family and the Allman Brothers as I did from Aretha and Albert King. One year, I told everyone in school that Muddy Waters was my real father; no, I am not kidding. You’ll hear a little bit of all of that on this record. I learned to make music as I rumbled through the heart of America slinging my guitar at the front of a Southern Rock band; the lines between “genres” were blurred beyond recognition and that’s where what I do was truly forged. All of that is what’s at the heart of this particular American man and my particular brand of American music. |
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