Special Guest Blogger: Stevie Ray Vaughan

There’s a reason why I reduced the stage to a pile of smoking cinders, my guitar didn’t just sing, it blazed but my personal life was also a dumpster fire.
My father was a hard-drinking guy as tough as they came and i was the exact opposite as a boy, small, shy, and sensitive and my brother and I would hide in our bedroom with our guitars. I got a job at a local hamburger stand but after falling on top of a massive barrel filled with scorching hot grease, I decided to get a  safer job so auditioned for a band called Southern Distributor at just 14 and spent many nights tearing it up at The Cellar, a sleazy Dallas club.
Sure, I was earning money and having a blast, but this dive bar was actually dangerous, the sort of place where some audience members chose not to boo but would instead fire a few rounds at the stage when they didn’t like what they heard.
I wasn't your typical high schooler with my long hair, wild outfits, and a habit of nodding off in class thanks to the substances i’d picked up at the dive bar and one day but i had my eyes on a bigger prize because by now i was big on the Austin music scene and playing with some real legends and got noticed and made up the band Double Trouble but fate was just waiting to throw a nasty wrench in the works.
Totally normal to have post-show jitters and i would cool down with a post-performance toot until an off-duty cop just happened to be lingering outside while i was snorting nose candy. The Buzzkill busted me and slapped with a possession charge and two years probation and people did warn me to leave off the white stuff so i did what any normal person would do and got much better at hiding it as my career began to click.
Suddenly, everyone wanted to know me and even David Bowie asked me to play on his album and tour with him but the tightwad only offered me the same money as the backing singers so i refused and returned to my band and we made the album 'Texas Flood'.
This hit album made us so much money which i put in a trust account, not really, i blew it on booze and cocaine which seemed a bit of a mistake when i collapsed on stage in Germany and almost died.
I began recording  and even won a Grammy and was back at the top of my game and unfortunately also at the top of a ski slope after the helicopter i was travelling in crashed into it one and killed everyone on board one foggy night.
My funeral guest list was pretty cool though, Eric Clapton, Stevie Wonder and ZZ Top all came to say goodbye.