Inspired by Walter’s hard-core jazz collection and the jam sessions at our house, I kept blowing. I put my horn on the bed at home and left the room. Then, pretending I was in the Beatles, I walked back into the room and I thought: That’s just how it would be for a Beatle, they’d walk in the room and see their horn lying there. I had the same life as a Beatle! I was ignorant that they didn’t play the horns on their records, but still.…
