If I could play guitar half as good as he, I’d shut up and play; …save my vocal chords.  But because I can’t, I’m forced to do what I’m better at:  songwriting & voice ~ although these are very much subjective to personal preference as well. 

My point is:  The cat can play.  Corporate associations or not.  I can sit transfixed through one of his jams but can’t make it all the way through one of his albums.  I don’t know, what does it take to further a poignant rock & roll endeavor these days?  A great big lot of new music is fodder to the briefest notions of the-test-of-time…& seems, as many here have said, to be relegated to commercialistic censorship:  The deadening of our thoughts.