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My name is Willie Willoughby,
but they call me Smoke.
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I play piano in a run-of-the-mill
dance band.
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Kind of monotonous.
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But there were times when I got my kicks.
Not so long ago either.
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Like when I palled around with Rick Martin,
the famous trumpet player.
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What a guy.
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We were in the thankless business
of piecing little notes...
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...and phrases of music together
into a mumbo jumbo...
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...that somehow turned out to be jazz.
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Strictly off-the-cuff, but a lot of fun.
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Of course, Rick is practically
a legend now.
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People ask me about him
and those times.
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Ordinarily, I don't talk much about it.
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But I think a lot about it.
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He had a lot of friends.
In a way, he had no friends at all.
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He was a lonely kind of guy.
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Always, I guess from the time
he was a kid.
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He never knew his father.
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And his mother died
when he was 9 or 10.
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So he went to live with his sister.
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He did a lot of traveling
for a kid his age.
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From Missouri...
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... on through Texas...
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... Oklahoma...
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... and finally, California.
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He never did get much out of school, and
he made very few friends along the way.
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Why don't you go play
with the other kids.
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Hanging around the house day after day.
:02:57
- You hungry?
- No.
:02:59
After you eat, don't forget to put
the bread back so the ants don't get it.