When I’m diggin’ my deepest, man, I’m not playing lightning fast licks. I’m playing stuff that I feel I got from Jimi. There are certain licks that when you hit ‘em, you think of Jimi. You can’t get away from it. He was my boy, man. I wish he was still around. For somebody I didn’t ever meet and that’s not even related to me... you know, if I get into it deep enough it actually can take me to tears thinking about Jimi. He was a teacher. I learned from him. I learned how to feel from him. Just trying to . . .

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