For a while we had trouble trying to get the sound of a champagne cork exploding out of the bottle. I solved the problem by sticking my finger in my mouth and popping it out.

Conversation didn't seem necessary when I put the accordion down and swung some young lady around the floor.

I was so anxious to succeed that I made a practice of appearing on all the disc jockey shows I could, in order to publicize the band.

I have never been an innovator, a creative genius.

I played a Spaniard. I looked about as Spanish as any other fair-skinned German.

Sounds always fascinated me.

In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.