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

Baldwin is sort of getting to be a bit funny. I don't know what happened, but a few years ago they suddenly went bankrupt and Gibson bought the whole outfit. Since then they haven't seemed to be doing an awfully good job of providing pianos.

Well it's because the record companies are pumping away with their commercial stuff. I think it's a shame.

So if I think of something in my head I don't have to do it. If I can't do I don't do it, I do something else.

So I have a friend who works for me once a week. She's got e-mail, so anybody that must send an e-mail, they send it to her and she faxes it to me. Sounds like a long way of doing things, but it works for me.

It's awful to have to, but I've started thinking about that, you know. 86. I'm thinking, well, maybe I might make it to 90. At least I'd like to have my brains.

By the way, I got a Grammy, which was a big thrill.