The Europeans who went to Africa came back with "modern' art. What is more African than a Picasso?"

"Roaming through the jungle of "oohs" and "ahs," searching for a more agreeable noise, I live a life of primitivity with the mind of a child and an unquenchable thirst for sharps and flats."

"The common root, of course, comes out of Africa. That's the pulse.The African pulse. It's all the way back from . . . the old slave chants and up through the blues, the jazz, and up through rock. And it's all got the African pulse."

We aren't worried about posterity; we want it to sound good right now.

Fate is being kind to me. Fate doesn't want me to be too famous too young.