A gut-string classical Spanish guitar, a sweet, lovely little lady. The smell of it. Even now, to open a guitar case, when it's an old wooden guitar, I could crawl in and close the lid.

“A familiar Gusism was to greet a friend with 'Hello, don't be a cunt all yer li…”

“I like it here in Austin. Anybody got a room?”

“But I'm not here just to make records and money. I'm here to say something and …”

“When you are growing up there are two institutional places that affect you most…”