On the other hand, maybe it's all crap, and the reason I like this story is that it makes me feel better. As a guitar player that is. He is the wrath of god (when Johnny winter is busy) and it is just energy going through him. There's nothing wrong with ME because I can't play like that.
But on the other hand (I live in Asia, you should see how many hands the gods here have) it doesn’t really matter, as any nice anecdote, story, joke or explanation is completely drown out the minute he picks that pick he picks so well.
The minute the flood starts, there is nothing really you can do but stare in awe. (or curse, if you are a guitar player) there is something that is more than magnetic attraction in his playing, as it is not something that calls you and brings you in, but more of a speeding train hitting you without really asking if you want to go on for the ride…