[whereasandsoforth]

When we were sixteen or so, Stevie Ray asked me to sing with his band. I said no. He was bad news.

Stevie and his dad, Jimmy, are buried a short distance from my mother. I go by and leave a little something on their plots every no and then. His dad was a great guy.

[Wyatt's Torch]

Great story. He was a little, sometimes a lot, messed up but he could flat play. I used to be exhausted after his shows because he was just so emotional while playing. He was a joy to watch.