“My dad and I have had our rough patches. Growing up. I was popping pills and we had our share of scraps, but there are also nice memories — watching ‘Papillon’ on TV for the first time in our Ohio basement, and we caught a lot of catfish on the Little Kanawha River. My dad is also responsible for the most crucial turning point in my life. I was 10 years old, taking guitar lessons from a neighbor and it wasn’t going anywhere. My dad hunted down a real guitar teacher, a guy named Jim Smith, and the rest is history.”

http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2013/06/14/song-for-my-father/