I’ve traveled to many countries, played every kind of music, performed for ambassadors and drunks, and there were plenty of times I couldn’t really tell the difference. I’ve sat at the piano with my left hand screaming from too many hours of boogie-woogie, watching them stomp in honky-tonks from Texas to China, and I never get tired of it. I like it hot, really hot, and I’m not talking about fake kind of hot.

I’m talking about the real thing, the boogie-woogie, the blues, the knock away, sock away, southern rock the night away – any style can do, but it has to be hot. I like to see the people enjoy themselves in front of my piano. I like to see them dance, and if I can help bring it on it doesn’t matter at all that my hand is tired from banging the boogie or that sometimes I’d like to jump up and go out there and dance with them. I bang and I slam, and I’ll bet you’ll enjoy dancing to it. Check it out and see for yourself.