Quincy Jones

No, no, no, no, no. They were the gangsters back in the day.

No, no, no, no, no. They were the gangsters back in the day.

No, no, no, no, no. They were the gangsters back in the day.

I think so, if I can remember. She went to Boston University probably in the 20s, which was very unusual, you know, for African-American females in those days. And she was a very smart lady. She... spoke and wrote like 12 languages, including Hebrew, everything. And she'd type 100 words a minute.

I think so, if I can remember. She went to Boston University probably in the 20s, which was very unusual, you know, for African-American females in those days. And she was a very smart lady. She... spoke and wrote like 12 languages, including Hebrew, everything. And she'd type 100 words a minute.

I think so, if I can remember. She went to Boston University probably in the 20s, which was very unusual, you know, for African-American females in those days. And she was a very smart lady. She... spoke and wrote like 12 languages, including Hebrew, everything. And she'd type 100 words a minute.

So she was like kind of the administrator, superintendent of one of the places we lived in, like the Rosenwald, before we got into a house.

So she was like kind of the administrator, superintendent of one of the places we lived in, like the Rosenwald, before we got into a house.

So she was like kind of the administrator, superintendent of one of the places we lived in, like the Rosenwald, before we got into a house.

Well, it's dementia praecox, which is schizophrenia. She was obsessed with religion. She would stare out of the window and she would sing spirituals, she'd play spirituals. And it was just erratic at times. And I remember when I was about five years old, my birthday party, she threw my coconut cake off the back porch. And it was really a big deal to me.

Well, it's dementia praecox, which is schizophrenia. She was obsessed with religion. She would stare out of the window and she would sing spirituals, she'd play spirituals. And it was just erratic at times. And I remember when I was about five years old, my birthday party, she threw my coconut cake off the back porch. And it was really a big deal to me.

Well, it's dementia praecox, which is schizophrenia. She was obsessed with religion. She would stare out of the window and she would sing spirituals, she'd play spirituals. And it was just erratic at times. And I remember when I was about five years old, my birthday party, she threw my coconut cake off the back porch. And it was really a big deal to me.

I don't know why I remember that so much, but it was really... something I couldn't understand, because the cake was supposed to be like the symbol or the metaphor for the joy of the birthday party. And she threw it out, and it just really shocked me. And it was a very traumatic moment, and I know it sounds like it's nothing.

I don't know why I remember that so much, but it was really... something I couldn't understand, because the cake was supposed to be like the symbol or the metaphor for the joy of the birthday party. And she threw it out, and it just really shocked me. And it was a very traumatic moment, and I know it sounds like it's nothing.

I don't know why I remember that so much, but it was really... something I couldn't understand, because the cake was supposed to be like the symbol or the metaphor for the joy of the birthday party. And she threw it out, and it just really shocked me. And it was a very traumatic moment, and I know it sounds like it's nothing.

At five years old, it freaked me out. And I realized, my brother and I both realized something was wrong. I mean, every day we realized something was wrong, because it just wasn't like other people's parents. Even the bad parents, it wasn't the same as that. It was because she was very smart. And so...

At five years old, it freaked me out. And I realized, my brother and I both realized something was wrong. I mean, every day we realized something was wrong, because it just wasn't like other people's parents. Even the bad parents, it wasn't the same as that. It was because she was very smart. And so...

At five years old, it freaked me out. And I realized, my brother and I both realized something was wrong. I mean, every day we realized something was wrong, because it just wasn't like other people's parents. Even the bad parents, it wasn't the same as that. It was because she was very smart. And so...

Finally, she was committed, and I didn't know or kind of blanked out what the process was until I went back there 50 years later when I did Listen Up. All of it came back, and I guess that's the part of the book that was cathartic. There were missing pieces in my memory, and it got clarified.

Finally, she was committed, and I didn't know or kind of blanked out what the process was until I went back there 50 years later when I did Listen Up. All of it came back, and I guess that's the part of the book that was cathartic. There were missing pieces in my memory, and it got clarified.