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By 1969, when I celebrated 45 years in the music business, I also had 45 people in our musical family.

Dreams do come true, even for someone who couldn't speak English and never had a music lesson or much of an education.

If you put all your strength and faith and vigor into a job and try to do the best you can, the money will come.

At the age when Bengali youth almost inevitably writes poetry, I was listening to European classical music.

I'm well past the age where I'm acceptable. You get to a certain age and you are forbidden access. You're not going to get the kind of coverage that you would like in music magazines, you're not going to get played on radio and you're not going to get played on television. I have to survive on word of mouth.

When superstition is allowed to perform the task of old age in dulling the human temperament, we can say goodbye to all excellence in poetry, in painting, and in music.

A lot of music you might listen to is pretty vapid, it doesn't always deal with our deeper issues. These are the things I'm interested in now, particularly at my age.