This was with Johnny Winter, in 1969 in upstate New York.  Uncle John Turner on the left, Johnny in the middle, and me on the far right.  This was the greatest year in Rock & Roll. There is no way to explain what this time of my life was like; I could write a book about it.  From rags to riches overnight.  Giant pop festivals in every major city in the country.  Woodstock.  I grew ten years in one.  If you weren’t there, I wish you could have been.

By this time, I was doing drugs.  My addiction hadn’t taken over yet.  I didn’t use them every day.

This was also when Johnny sat me down and gave an education in Blues.  After two days of listening to all his records - all the way back to field hollers and up to the present - I finally understood.  After those days, I had no trouble playing blues.