quot;Listen to t; My friend Oscar put a record on turntable and set do doo-;Eart; by t;Geequot; by t back on t t  singing tenor and so on t on a ne terpoint, cocking o tening to  eclectic record collection, analyzing and arguing over tle points of tions. Oscar Loves passion for music put my ambitions to s;te Negro,quot; as  of time. Oscar  my mot person I approac forming a band.

    Oscar stuck s beginning as ts, tly, simply unately,  keep toget a time: Our first drummer dropped out of ed in t guitarist moved ao Davenport, Io of t because t cut it as musicians. Only Oscar and  persisted. e stayed togeto  at a club. Discriminating by ear and not by any preconceived notion of cool, we could play any kind of music for any crowd.

    After a jazz performance  mood. e t summer nig of my parents s, and t song underscored tars and a ted t out and sat on t into t ing t to end.

    quot;Man, ; ;e slayed t guy ;

    quot;Im bout , man.quot;

    quot;O;

    quot;Youre not bad yourself.quot; I co stop skidding off t did not quite reacime to a tune in my te aser  it, and into t sky s predecessor.

    quot;o play, Day? I mean, youre still a kid. Only fifteen, rig;

    quot;Practice, man, practice.quot;

    looking at tars and turned to face me. quot;You can practice all you . Practice dont give you soul.quot;

    quot;Ive been taking lessons for t fey. itin  makes it easier to understand t all.quot;

    quot;I can dig t.quot; te, and I took a deep drag,