McKinney sent for Don Redman to come and arrange and lead the Cotton Pickers. That's how that was. So I'm seeing Jelly <span class="fullMatch" id="match_351">Jelly Roll Morton Morton Morton</span>, and Jelly Roll Morton Roll would say, "How you doing, Home <span class="otherMatch" rel="popover" id="other_2850_2479931">Town</span>? " every time I see, every day I see him. He called me "Home Town. " I don't think he ever even remembered my name. He didn't have to. I knew his name, but he wasn't . . . He just saw me, finally, a home boy, simple little home boy coming from New Orleans, trying to look smart and act like a New Yorker. Said, "How you doing, Home Town? " I said, "All right. " "Say Home Town, how many musicians you know in this . . . how many cockroaches? " That's what he called musicians, because he was mad with musicians, because he . . . [laughter] They didn't dig his music. They played his gigs, but they didn't know nothing about the way back. You know that swing that Jelly <span class="fullMatch" id="match_353">Jelly Roll Morton Morton Morton</span> had in his band. They didn't know nothing about that. That was from Chicago. He had hired Chicago musicians who had heard King Oliver and them people play that, that different kind of raunchy sort of get-down thing. He had them people record. He would hire them, and they couldn't get his feel. He would play gigs with them, but he'd feature the solos. He'd have them lay out or have the drummer play brushes, but the rest of the band, sit down and keep quiet. The music in front of them, they could play, but they couldn't feel it and they weren't interested, so he got tired of hiring them. He stopped gigs.