The common root, of course, comes out of Africa. That's the pulse.The African pulse. It's all the way back from . . . the old slave chants and up through the blues, the jazz, and up through rock. And it's all got the African pulse.

If it sounds good and feels good, then it IS good!

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

I never had much interest in the piano until I realized that every time I played, a girl would appear on the piano bench to my left and another to my right.

Fate is being kind to me. Fate doesn't want me to be too famous too young.

Now I can say loudly and openly what I have been saying to myself on my knees.

Music is my mistress and she plays second fiddle to no one.