HOME: Any juke joint where the jams are up and the jelly rolls get right and tight.

AGE: Well, he was around in the Sixties, but it didn’t faze him.

PROFESSION: Playing for joy to jive the junk vibes out of your heart and make you jump like a natural man or woman. Guitar as an instrument of pure party rather than destructo aggressions.

HOBBIES: Beer. Gin. Wine. Vodka. Bourbon. Etc.

LAST BOOK READ: His contract.

LAST ACCOMPLISHMENT: Jamming 943 straight hours atop a flatbed highballing it from New Orleans to Corona, California 90 MPH all the way with crazed hipsters tumbling all around him and some of them falling off but they never backed up to pick ’em up any more than Elvin could back up a solo because the music is its own justification and it goes on forever.

QUOTE: “Ah don’t quite remember, but ah know ah had a good time.”

PROFILE: This guy is more than just a good old boy. He’s a ring-tailed squealer, he could chase a polecat up a tree and charm it back down, and would too. Elvin has in his varied and prolific career been variously known as Pigboy Crabshaw, the author of a song called “Drunk Again,” and the king of whoopup goodtime guitar. He’s still got a lifetimes of good jams to parlay.

BEER: Boy Howdy!