So I'm scuffling with the guitar. New York's not no place to go there to practice. When you get to New York, you're supposed to have your gun cocked and ready to shot. You don't come there going in the woodshed. When they pulled the rug from under me by stealing my banjo, I had to learn the guitar right away. The only way I learn it is by watching, because there's a lot of people . . . I went to teachers, and they sleeping, or they want too much to teach, or they don't want to be bothered. Selfish people, don't want to share nothing. So you have to go and watch and get books and listen to what Eddie Lang and them people is doing. And what . . . John Trueheart was the boss of the rhythm guitar players. Everybody went to hear John Trueheart with Chick Webb. They had a lifting rhythm they played, and the way he invert them chords, and you can hear it. It wasn't amplified. That band was swinging. Everybody, you go to Savoy and there were what?, 20 guitar players, standing in front of the bandstand, watching John Trueheart. He knew what was happening. He was a nice fellow. I know some guitar players turned around. They didn't want you to see nothing. Had some hell of a guitar players. I tried to get me a few lessons. Say they ain't got time. They didn't want to share nothing. Later on I see them, and they say, "Hello, Dan. How you . . . " I say, "Oh yeah. See you later man. " I drop that same [expletive deleted] on them. I'm with Cab Calloway then, which every guitar player in America, white or black, would like to be with Cab Calloway.