There is no 'perfect' in music. If I ever came off the stage and felt it could not be better, it would then be time to quit.

On the corner of 57th and 7th Avenue sits the most famous concert hall in the world. No less a figure than when Tchaikovsky led the first performances in 1891. Virtually every major artist has performed there. There is simply no place like it. The first time I stepped foot in Carnegie Hall was in 1964.

There is no 'perfect' in music. If I ever came off the stage and felt it could not be better, it would then be time to quit.

I've come to the conclusion that a long personal relationship is next to impossible for me. Ultimately, music is a possessive mistress.

I have been long associated with British music. I have favoured it as my alternate music next to American.

I knew I could never match my father as a violinist, and there were already four generations of outstanding cellists in the family.

The convergence of the Rhone and Saone. Paul Bocuse. The birthplace of cinema. Chateauneuf-du-Pape just a few miles down the road. It does not get much better than Lyon.