I need to get up and walk around and keep my knees from getting bad, which is what's happening.

Sometimes go around with guys who are scuffling -- for awhile. But usually they end up marrying some cat with a factory. This is the way world ends, not with a whim but a banker.

I'm not too fond of changing things into waltzes, but sometimes that works.

I would really hate to have e-mail. It's bad enough with all the mail I get.

That's something Mary Lou Williams used to tell me: If you're not feeling right about what you're doing and you play a minor tune it all comes back, falls into place. I don't know if that's true, but I do it.

Boy, I'm just quietly doing my thing, and I hope they'll look around and get my record out.

I started to play Jazz music in my early teens. A boyfriend brought records over, so I listened to everything