“We used to have a main female vocalist. But she had a baby. Now we do the singing ourselves.”

I got private lessons in keyboard at Julliard, before New England Conservatory of Music in Boston.

I don’t listen to a lot of radio today. It’s not really music to me.

You can be enticed by food, wooed by food, sex, money, or instruments.

I was born in Long Branch, New Jersey, and no one had ever taught anybody that young, back in those days.

Woo means the ability to entice someone or something to get what you want. My first solo album was called: All the Woo of the Universe, which was titled by George Clinton.

My mother wanted me to be a concert pianist.

The radios are going to dictate. That’s another fight. That’s another story there. I wish they just let it be.

I was known around the college for jamming in the lounge.

Prince presented us at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Usually, I just do what I want, because I got it that way.

I live, but live to die: and, living, see nothing to make death hateful, save an innate clinging, a loathsome and yet all invincible instinct of life, which I abhor, as I despise myself, yet cannot overcome – and so I live. Would I had never lived!

The singer should sing well even if it is merely to himself, rather than dance badly for the whole world.

Folk Music is the map of singing.

When Lester plays, he almost seems to be singing; one can almost hear the words.

I think just being together and talking would be nice. But when we grow old, when greed and vanity will be completely gone, when I will be tired of singing can I return to that place too?

The whole basis of my singing is feeling. Unless I feel something, I can’t sing.

The only thing better than singing is more singing.

The first time I heard Clyde McPhatter singing with the Dominoes at the Apollo I just fell off my chair