This is my Father Bobby Burt. He taught me my first chords on the guitar when I was six years old. He bought me a Kay flat top when I was seven and was always willing to play with me any time I wanted to. Some of my earliest memories were of "The Boys" coming over, circling their chairs and playing guitars. My Father is mainly responsible for planting the love of guitar in me and helping me learn to play. I am deeply grateful for this gift he helped me discover.

This is my uncle Nicky Burt. He is my Dad's younger brother. In a way he is really responsible for me learning to play the guitar because he taught my Dad how to play. I have always been close to him and he loves to make music and record. Every time I go home for a visit we all get together and have a big jam. I never leave without dropping my old strat on him for a set up. He knows how to make it play just right.

This is Floyd Morgan. He is one of the original boys who used to come out for the all night jams. He and my uncle Nicky had a band when they were in high school and as a young child I was fascinated by the music they made on the front porch. To this day you will be hard pressed to find a better player than Floyd. He can cover anything you throw at him on the bass and plays a mean guitar. He continues to be a great friend to the family and an inspiration to me personally.

This is my good friend Steve Williams. Steve was one of the major influences on me wanting to play guitar. He came out to my parent's home and played with all the regulars for years. Then one day he packed his bags and went to Nashville to seek his fame and fortune on the road. After many years doing just that, he finally had enough. After making a few stops along the way he found his way back to our home area in Arkansas. He continues to be a killer picker and a great friend to me and my entire family. We get together and have a jam every time I get to go home for a visit.

This is my mother Sylvia. She is responsible for saturating myself and my sisters and brother with music as long as I can remember. She was an excellent pianist and played in church every Sunday. She taught us kids to sing harmony and we sang in church all our lives. She was a major force in shaping me and went to bat with me when I petitioned the deacons at church to let me play the bass guitar in church at the age of twelve. They did not allow "stringed instruments" to be played at Egypt Missionary Baptist Church. After making my plea I opened the piano up and pointed out to the deacons that there were a "bunch of strings in there". They reluctantly agreed to let me play the bass "quietly". Mom grinned at me as we walked out of the church. She is gone now but her influence and training are still evident in all of us kids.

This is Jim Destafney, owner of Blues Angel Music in Pensacola. Jim has been a good friend of mine for many years. He has supported me from the very beginning of my cabinet building and continues to be an inspiration and a valued friend. I always enjoy going in his store and seeing what he has hanging on the wall. If you look real closely in the bottom right of the front door you can see the real boss of the store, "Sugar". She has been a fixture for years and I never show up without treats because she will bust me every time.

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