 When I got a guitar at nine years old at a garage sale, my dad played a little bit and, you know, started sitting in. It was a little bit of a blues scene here in Jacksonville at the time. There was a lot of remnants of old grizzled veteran musicians that had been around with that first generation of electric blues players. So all these guys I played with had seen Muddy, had seen Wolf or, you know, they had kind of been on the edge of that a little bit.