That Dreamland was some place. It was big and always packed. And you had to be a singer then--there were no microphones and those bands were marvelous. King Oliver's band was there when I started (Louis [Armstrong] wasn't with him yet), and, I'm telling you, you could sing one chorus or fifty or sixty choruses and that band would never be a beat away. And they'd always end on the same note at the same time the singer did.

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Everybody would go to hear Tony Jackson after hours. Tony was just marvelous--a fine musician, spectacular, but still soft. He could write a song in two minutes and was one of the greatest accompanists I've ever listened to. Tony was always jolly, but he had bad teeth, just terrible! He had mixed grey hair and always had a drink on the piano--always. It was just beer but he drank plenty of that.