R.L. Burnside died yesterday. He was this old blues guy from Mississippi. He was the best. He was nice. He once offered me a drink of whiskey from a bottle he had in the inside pocket of his jean jacket. After a show in Asheville he told me and Wendell dirty jokes for half an hour. When he was onstage singing and he glanced at you it was like he was looking in your soul. He was the best. His shows are the closest I ever came to going to church. I took the following picture at the Double Door in 1998. I was stinking drunk and crawling on the floor in front of him. I'm amazed it's in focus.