I’ll never forget one day when I happened to be in a restaurant in the Dunbar. Most of Duke’s guys were in there too and they were all listening to the jukebox. It was the first time since leaving the East that they had heard their recording of It Don’t Mean a Thing If It Ain’t Got That Swing, and the restaurant was swinging like crazy. So much rhythm I’d never heard, as guys were beating on tables, instrument cases, or anything else that they could beat on with knives, forks, rolled up newspapers or anything they could find to make rhythm. It was absolutely crazy.