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Stevie Ray Vaughan was the whole inspiration for me picking up the guitar. I got to hear him play for the first time when I was seven years old, in Shreveport, Louisiana. My dad was the promoter of the show. He picked me up and set me over on the side of the stage, and I got to watch on an amp case. That was pretty monumental. It's weird to think that a seven-year-old child can have such a spiritual experience, but it affected the rest of my life. Six months later, I got my own guitar.
The thing that really caught me is how free he was. It poured out
of him. He played with such fire, and then he could play with such
delicacy. He had this ability to reach out and grab everybody's
attention and hold it in the palm of his hand.
I play by ear; I'm all self-taught, and I learned how to play
listening to his songs over and over again. I learned the history
of the blues through him. He was always quick to give credit to who
he learned from. That's another thing he taught me: respect for
your peers. And he taught me how to let go and find my voice within
my own playing.