Yeah, there was that one concert which I think was 19 -- it was in the winter of 1948 -- I could be mistaken, it might be '47, I'm not sure. But right in there, '46, '47, '48, when a group came up from New York City and I remember who they were very distinctly because I sort of had my eye out for these characters and I was wondering if I would ever be able to see or hear them in my life you know. We had recordings of them. And this would be Max Kaminsky on the trumpet, who was one of my big favorites; and Tony Parenti on the clarinet; Miff Mole on the trombone, who was just a monster of a trombonist; and Pops Foster on the bass, a great stylist; James P. Johnson, who was the teacher of Fats Waller and other people; and Danny Alvin on the drums, real funky sort of I guess you'd call it ethnic drummer from Chicago. And they rocked the house. I'd never heard the stuff live really. My father used to have friends over to play, and so for the first ten years of my life, any live acoustical music that I heard was probably my grandmother playing hymns and my father drumming to these records and bringing friends over to have sessions. But this was like the first real jazz band I ever heard.