 Every Saturday, it was a tradition that when we would have to clean the house, she would put on different kind of music of Manga Santa Maria to Junior Walker. So I grew up with the sound of the saxophone, particularly in my head. At one point, I ended up getting in trouble with her because I used to have this habit of taking her curtain rods and bending them up into the shape of a saxophone and hiding them. And every time she would not be home, I would play records, you know, and pretend I was the saxophone player, you know.