But I've got to think of myself as the luckiest guy. Robert Johnson only had one album's worth of work as his legacy. That's all that life allowed him.

Robert Johnson? No, I didn't know him, personally.

I was 22 years old when I met Robert Johnson. I was there the night he was poisoned.

When Johnson started singing, he seemed like a guy who could have sprung from the head of Zeus in full armor.

At first the music almost repelled me, it was so intense, and this man made no attempt to sugarcoat what he was trying to say, or play. It was hard-core, more than anything I had ever heard. After a few listenings I realized that, on some level, I had found the master, and that following this man's example would be my life's work.

I'm not trying to emulate or imitate. But I do believe that I embody that spirit from Robert Johnson on up.