By the mid-70s, I wanted to get out of the business. I was tired anyway.

Honesty is the cruelest game of all, because not only can you hurt someone - and hurt them to the bone - you can feel self-righteous about it at the same time.

There is an apprenticeship system in jazz. You teach the young ones. So even if the musicians weren't personally that likable, they felt an obligation to help the younger musicians.

If there was ever any truth to the trickle-down theory, the only evidence of it I've ever seen was in that period of 1960 to 1965. All of sudden they were handing out major label recording contracts like they were coming in Cracker Jack boxes.

I think I have more in common with a carpenter than you might think. We're putting things together.

By the mid-70s, I wanted to get out of the business. I was tired anyway.

Most of what I listen to now is mainstream jazz from 1935 right up to and including early bebop and cool jazz.