I saw him live once, when he was awaiting a heart transplant, in some half-in-the-ground dive somewhere well east of here. He’d do three numbers or so, sounded great, then he’d take a one or so song break and his daughter (who’s since been touring in her own right) would perform a bit, then he’d go back on.
He smoked us.
When I get all whiny about ****, it helps to think about that.
He was one of Stevie Ray’s influences, they played together on an album or two, and I think live at Montreux.