I didn’t want to get that ring around my lips from practicing the trumpet, because I thought the girls wouldn’t like me. So I never practiced. You would have just thought, “Well, here we go!” As a matter of fact, when I was going into high school, when I was 12 — in this particular high school they had eighth grade classes attached to the high school — so the band director was all excited because my father was a well-known musician in New Orleans. “Ellis Marsalis’s sons are coming here!” Except he heard me play, and he said, “Are you sure you’re one of Ellis’s sons?” I was sad, man. I really couldn’t play.