Everybody has their idiosyncrasies.

I look back and say, "This must have been somebody else." I am not going to tell you that when I was 4, I dreamed about all of this.

It was messed up, because in 1947 my family moved to Seattle and I had to get up at 5:00 o'clock in the morning to catch the ferry back to Bremerton every morning because I was Boys Club president.

Imagine what a harmonious world it could be if every single person, both young and old shared a little of what he is good at doing.

Everybody has their idiosyncrasies.

It's easy to get next to music theory, especially between your peers and music classes and so forth. You just pay attention. I had a good ear, so I realized that printed music was just about reminding you what to play.

The process is the most beautiful part.