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.

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.

At the risk of being a fuddy-duddy I don't have a computer; I don't have e-mail; and I really don't need something in my house that I would be sitting in front of for hours.

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

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

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

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