
When Robbie Fulks was growing up in southeastern Pennsylvania in the ’70s, his notion of guitar virtuosity had little to do with the fretboard-cooking arena rock gods of the day. The players who really blew his mind were from the bluegrass school.
“Doc Watson was a shredder, I guess, but there was so much melody in his playing and a lot of composition, as well,” says Fulks, now 62. “Tony Rice is probably the closest guy to a shredder that I was really fixed on, but he could only influence me so far because I didn’t really understand his vocabulary. What he was doing seemed miraculous to me.”