We were on another plane in another sphere compared to the musicians who were bottle babies … We liked things to be easy and relaxed, mellow and mild, not loud or loutish, and the scowling chin-out tension of the lushhounds with their false courage didn’t appeal to us … the lushies didn’t even play good music—their tones became hard and evil, not natural, soft and soulful— We members of the viper school were for making music that was real foxy, all lit up with inspiration and her mammy. The juice guzzlers went sour fast on their instruments, then turned grimy because it preyed on their minds.