Well, I was born in 1957, at the height of the Christmas shopping season. Some say I was born in Duluth and raised in Memphis. Others contend that I went to grade school with Keith Richards. But the real truth is that I was born a coal miner's daughter and drove my Daddy's truck every day to the docks at Liverpool as a young child. Then my Mom bought me my first guitar, and I played till my fingers bled. A loner as a child, I got my first taste of the road when I left New Jersey and made the pilgrimage to New York City to visit Woodie Guthrie. The year was 1968, and the man was long since dead, but I learned so much from him anyway. I headed to LA, and everything changed for me when I met Stephen Stills. The sixties were real crazy times. For example, I shot a man in Reno, just to watch him die. Some of us survived, others weren't so lucky. Me, I was saved by a little ad in the paper calling for a composer. By chance, a guy by the name of Bern...