I Dress Up A Certain Way Because

I Had To Figure Out How To Survive In New York, And Most Of My Time Was Occupied In Getting An Apartment And Getting Money. A Lot Of Older Jazz Guys Looked Out For Me And Found Me Gigs And Places To Stay.

We No Longer Want To Be A Melting Pot, Because We Don't Understand What Is Already Melted.

I Remember When I Wrote A Piece, "blood On The Fields," It Was A While Ago, It Was About Slavery And About Two Characters, And I Studied So Much Of Music, I Would Always Go Back To The Original Documents, And As Much As I Can Get Original Chants And Slave Chants And Different Type Of Beats And Rhythms And Ring Shout.

When I First Came To New York Everybody On The Scene Would Treat Me Like I Could Play But I Couldn't.

If You Looked Around, You'd Be Glad You Couldn't See.