Great piano player. He entertained. He had been doing that, man, for gangs of years. He'd play a party, and he would . . . the girls, the people would come over and shake his hand. Some of them would kiss him on the forehead. "Oh, Mr. Luckey Roberts. " We're so happy to play this party. Last time I played for you was for your sister's wedding, not your wedding. " Or your aunt's, and your cousin had a christening, a birthday party, that kind of crap. Played for him, Luckey Roberts. I played for him and I ain't never got that money until this day. Say, "I don't pay off on the job. I'll pay off during the week when I get a check. " I'll go along with it, because I'm scuffling. So I'll see him around the club. I say, "When you get your check, Mr. Luckey Roberts? " He said, "Oh  yeah, kid, I'll tell you. Next Tuesday," he said, "You come to this address," and you wrote down. I went and rang on them people's home, some white people's home. I rang the bell. "I want to see Mr. Luckey Roberts. " "There's no Mr. Luckey Roberts live here. " He sent you on a wild goose chase. So after that I never asked him for the money no more. I just looked at it as lost. About a dozen occasions I got the band. Home <span class="otherMatch" rel="popover" id="other_2976_2589551">Town</span> got a band for Jelly Roll Morton Morton. Some of those tunes, he say, "You can fall in here, homey. " I'd play a little bit, because I'm interested in what he's doing. The rest of them ain't even trying.