There was a train that would come by our house every night, and I'd hear the whistle blow. That is the sweetest memory I have.
Cassandra WilsonI'm always imagining some sort of story behind the song, even the ones I haven't written. I'm actively engaging in playacting.
Cassandra WilsonI cringed when I heard myself described as a Jazz singer. I've always thought of myself as a Jazz vocalist.
Cassandra WilsonMy father had all kinds of instruments in the house that he would hide from my mother. He bought them through mail order!
Cassandra Wilson