Parky gave me the heads up on this last week, and it’s as fantastic as you imagine it would be.
Music didn’t come out of Stevie Ray, it flowed through him. It originated somewhere else and simply chose him as its vessel.
A true master of the instrument. Preternaturally gifted.
All along, all I’ve really wanted to be is a writer. So now I tell people that’s what I am, even though I haven’t earned a dime being a writer.
That being said, I’ll confess that once a day, every day, I wish I was still a musician. That was the one time in my life when I was cool.