The Roots Of Cuban Music Are In

In Order To Grow Old, You Have To Experience Everything, But In Moderation.

Every Time I Talk About This, I Say: When The Singer Is Singing, He Must Be Respected, You Must Be Able To Hear What He's Saying. You Can't Put A Trombone And A Drum Up There, And A Microphone On The Drum, Microphones On Everybody. You Can't Hear What He's Saying.

The Roots Of Cuban Music Are In My Head.

My Secret? A Desire To Work, Years Of Dedication And Loving What You Do; I Can't Live Without Music.

I Don't Sit In The Corner Waiting For Death: Death Has To Pursue Me. I'm Going Strong. I Hope To Reach 100 And Ask For An Extension, Just Like My Grandmother Did.