I was born on February 27th, 1941, in the Bronx, New York, and lived there on Sugar Hill in Harlem as the only son of a middle-class family surrounded by beautiful, talented women and beautiful music. Music was a staple inside our house, And drifting in through the back windows of our apartment every afternoon were the sounds of Sonny Rollins practicing. He taught me that to practice is a lifestyle – as important as breathing – if you were serious about the music.