I was a goodie-good kid; my parents both worked for the First Methodist Church in Lubbock. My father was the Activities Director, and my mother was the General Secretary of the church.So I grew up in this church environment, but at the same time I had these thoughts of rebellion.

Here I was, this good guy that played football; I was gonna go play in college but I had a bad senior year. But I played guitar in assemblies whenever I could.

I had never, ever drunk beer in high school, and by the time I got to Tech we were having these parties out in the cotton fields and getting so drunk. I was the champion beer drinker; suddenly I was pouring it down my throat... Insane! Insane!

The Vietnam War was happening, but Lubbock was... They put a pinch on it.

We didn't know about the rest of the world. We just knew the pictures that we saw on TV, and it was so different that we wanted to try to imitate that, to a certain extent.

I'm in India at this point. I'm trying to figure out how I can get gigs there. Because an American couldn't even get a job there. India is such a closed society that anything that you got-TVs, cars, whatever-is made there. They don't import anything; duty is so high. So you can't get a job as like a touring band.