Gel doesn't work in my hair because it has a life of its own.
I think we're an inspiration to young people, to know they can be honest and not run away from influences that are not jazz. We're definitely breeding a new wave of jazz, for real.
My first memories of life were in rehearsal; thats why I can sleep through anything.
Ive heard some people say that Im selling out, but Im not. If I hadnt done Black Radio, and just kept on doing just piano trio stuff, I wouldnt be honest with myself; Id be doing it to please other people. That would be selling out.
Once I started getting mainstream people to my shows, I realized we were taking too many solos, and they were too long. I started gauging when people were going on their iPhones.
It's funny, now that we have Twitter and Facebook and stuff, you can really see how you affect fans. Before all that, fans couldn't tell you exactly how they feel, unless they came up after a show, and even then you can't stand there and talk to everybody in the audience. So it's nice to see people tweet me and say, "Your music has changed my life," or "I had my baby to your music," or "I got married to your music. " I've heard so many things, and it's amazing to hear people's stories and how you affect their life.
If I was a singer who won those Grammys, I'd be gracing all the magazine covers. . . I barely got asked to do an interview.
To-day I think Only with scents, - scents dead leaves yield, And bracken, and wild carrot's seed, And the square mustard field; Odours that rise When the spade wounds the root of tree, Rose, currant, raspberry, or goutweed, Rhubarb or celery; The smoke's smell, too, Flowing from where a bonfire burns The dead, the waste, the dangerous, And all to sweetness turns. It is enough To smell, to crumble the dark earth, While the robin sings over again Sad songs of Autumn mirth. " - A poem called DIGGING.
Humour's the pay-off for all that existential horror.
Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.
Beautiful clear day in Beverly Hills. The sweet smell of Botox is in the air.