I'm back on Broadway. I'm hustling songs. You dig, I'm hustling songs. They had these fly guitar players in all these combinations. The spiritual rhythm. Little small bands like John Kirby. All kinds of people that got swinging groups. 52nd Street is jumping, something there, and bebop's in full blaze.There wasn't no place for no rhythm guitar player. If you go out there and you could do George Benson and Teddy Bunn. So many guitar players. It was a whole new regime.  Here I am. I meet a fiddler player, Clarence Moore, they call him [? (inaudible)]. He was a great . . . he was a virtuoso on a fiddle, but being black, he didn't get in the circles as a classical music, or he wasn't aggressive enough. But he could play all that classical music, and he could entertain. But he used to go to Hoboken, New Jersey, and hustle. He go to Hell's Kitchen, the West Side of New York, and them Irish boys and Italian boys, and entertain and hustle on the weekend. He used to have guitar players. He'd get a guitar player with him. So he seen me. I saw him. He's talking. I say, "What you doing? " He say, "I wait for the weekend. I just work the weekend. Friday, Saturday, Sunday afternoons, and I wrap it up 'til next week. " That's the way he talks, philosophical about life. He said, "You want to come with me. You can make some money. You'll make enough to pay your rent and eat, on the weekend. " I said, "O.k. Where to meet me? " Said, "All right. You meet me. " It's getting fall now. He said, "When you come, put on a dark shirt and a tie. Want to look sharper than the patrons, because we hustling. What was your question that you asked me?