Technically, the octet should have been called something like the workshop ensemble. It wasn't under my name, because we were all equals as far as talent goes. Again, Iola will know the man's name who wanted to produce us like the octet. We ran into him recently someplace. I should never forget him, but sometimes I forget people's names. I remember a lot about him. He came to my house and said he'd like to do a  concert with the octet, but it had to have my name on it. So I told the guys in the group, we will have to use my name or we can't have the concert. What do you want to do? They said, take the concert. After the concert . . .