Ok, now some people know why it was so easy for me to get into music the way that I did. My father was with the James Brown crew and at one time we used to feed teddy Pendergrass when he was a porter at a bar called Reggie Edchills. My mother, R.I.P. had a fling going on with Fats Domino back then out in Cherry Hill, New Jersey at a spot called the Latin Casino. I could tell yall stuff about the Temps, Smokey and George Benson too (although I'm not into smearing them) because of the things I was involved in that bought them to me.