He was a manager, one of the singers, I guess talent coordinator for the local talent in Harlem. His name was Lover Patterson. He was living right across the street from where my dad had his restaurant. I guess he saw a lot of kids come in, a lot of my buddies.
The conventional view serves to protect us from the painful job of thinking.
I think the U.K. is too small to write about from within it and still make it seem foreign and exotic and interesting.

