Who am I going to believe - a resume or my ears?
Besides - "playing in R&B bands" don't necessarily mean shit, especially in the South. For everybody who's used that as a training ground/stepping stone/whatever, ther's been somebody for whom it was the best gig they could ever hope for, because playing little doobie-doop background licks stretched their limitations almost to the breaking point. Trust me on this one, I've spent more than a few years around that scene up close and very personal. Beautiful people & beautiful times, but the"talent level" varies extremely wildly. You got horn players playing with "name acts" (especially on the chitlin' circuit) who can't play shit. And you got some baaaaaaaaaaaad motherfuckers standing right next to 'em night after night. It's that kind of world, and I do know it well.
Plenty of "romance" about "free jazz", plenty of projections of fantasies, both heroic & escapist, plenty of "nurses" looking for patients to heal, plentyof wanting to champion a cause just to have something to champion that's not totally slimey, and more than a little wearing of the music as a badge of "nonconformity". But that's all from the outside. From the inside, it's like anything else - if you want to make something worthwhile, it takes work, hard work, dedication, and a refusal to bullshit yourself. And like anything else, there's guys who get over on the strength of the spirit overcoming the flesh.
And like anything else, there's guys whose accepted presence has much less to do with ability or spirit than the fact that everybody loves a clown.