Just did it. You know I used to sit at the piano, my brother-in-law said, when I was nothing but a baby, crawl out, I wouldn't eat, I wouldn't do anything, and I'd just drink a glass of water. My brother-in-law, Hugh Floyd, he tried to play alto and for a long time I never liked altos because he used to get on my nerves, but that sound, that tone he was getting, made my flesh crawl. One day I hit him with a lamp on his head. He went out and bought a gold saxophone; still couldn't play it. So we'd get into such arguments that - even as a kid because these sounds would get into me. I'd sit at that piano, getting sounds myself, all day, and just rehearse and play. This was during the period, I guess before I went out with anybody. It was during the time I was playing for parties. The police on their way - the police station was on the corner - they'd stop on the porch and I'd have to play a concert for them. If I was out late at night by myself, coming from a gig, they'd stop and bring me down in the patrol car to the house. They'd wait at the streetcar for me. I played concerts for them and the Hamilton Packing Company - these big trucks, you know, they'd always stop Saturdays...