It ain't the notes and purty pickin' that makes him good, it's the rhythms he yanks outta that double broomstick diddly bow. When I looked around the room at the live show, all I saw were people intently watchin' this guy work and they all had these giant grins stuck on their faces. People forgot to drink their drinks, they just sat there pumpin' their legs and grinnin' at each other. He's about as close to the real deal as a white boy can get. I wrote a revue of the night HERE(clik). He ain't yer mainstream everyday picker and puts on a hell of a good show.