My Son, Wolfgang, Plays Drums, Guitars And

I Was So Used To Doing Old Blues Licks With The First Three Fingers. When I Started Using My Pinky And Finding More Spread Things, That's When I Started Getting My Own Style.

Before The Operation On My Left Hand I Wasn't Able To Stretch My Fingers Open All The Way. I've Never Had Very Big Hands, But I Could Do The Splits With Them. Eventually I Couldn't Any More. I Had A Twisted Tendon In My Little Finger That Prevented Me From Being Able To Stretch.

Practice. I Used To Sit On The Edge Of My Bed With A Six-pack Of Tuborg. My Brother Would Go Out To Party And Get Laid, Come Home At 3am., And I Would Still Be Playing With Myself.

It Makes Me Feel Kind Of Weird, But Obviously The Man Upstairs Gave Me Something And It Touches People, And I'm Just So Blessed.

We're Musicians. We Make Music For A Living. It's That Simple. Nothing Else Matters.