There's Just Certain Styles Of Playing That

Another Thing To Do With The Blues Is How They Were Recorded. They Were Done On The Quick, And Some Of That Stuff Was Made On Wire, Not Even Tape, Let Alone Digital.

There's Just Certain Styles Of Playing That You Do Play In Your Own Way. Maybe It's In The Way Your Fingers Bend, For All I Know. And So Whenever You Pick Up The Guitar It's Not So Much The Sound Of The Instrument Itself, It's Like The Ting That You Add Onto It-the Attitude.

In Fact, I Take The View That God, In His Infinite Wisdom, Didn't Bother To Spring For Two Joints - Heaven And Hell. They're The Same Place, But Heaven Is When You Get Everything You Want And You Meet Mummy And Daddy And Your Best Friends And You All Have A Hug And A Kiss And Play Your Harps. Hell Is The Same Place - No Fire And Brimstone - But They Just All Pass By And Don't See You. There's Nothing, No Recognition. You're Waving, “it's Me, Your Father,” But You're Invisible. You're On A Cloud, You've Got Your Harp, But You Can't Play With Nobody Because They Don't See You. That's Hell.

You See, To Me, The Art Of Music Is Listening To It, Not Playing It. The Real Art Of It Is Hearing It.

The Rock's Easy, But The Roll Is Another Thing.