Those are my guitar “heroes”. They provided me with endless inspiration - all I really ever wanted to do was play like them. So I bought the gear and practiced, performed, and played - all of my adult life.
Alas, the gift, the divine spark, the mojo of musical artistry eluded me. I concentrated so hard on playing like other people that I never achieved my own voice. I was competent as a sort of musical chameleon, mimicking the style of others, and I parlayed that into a very minor career as a musician (playing other peoples stuff).
I have no regrets. I did the best that I could. I entertained people. I had a blast, getting up on stage and making something special come to life. I loved playing the all-ages gigs where I could bring my kids. I would do it all over if I had the chance.
If you really enjoyed doing it, I bet that came through in your performances. I bet you were better than you think you were.
How many hours of bad fake Keith Jarrett did I play? At least I learned to improvise. Somewhat.
I had a few paying gigs, that's it. I needed to be "practical." It might have been a mistake.