Someone played me a record one day, and the pianist just had this incredible touch—sometimes you hear people play, and you can’t describe it, but it’s something you’ve never heard before and it’s something special. Something distinctive. So I heard this, and it just made me say, “Wow—who is that?” The person playing me the record told me it was Connie Crothers.
I knew a drummer named John McCutcheon, and one day, around 1999 or 2000, he asked me if I wanted to meet Connie. John had a studio in the same building in Brooklyn that Connie had a studio in, and he knew I loved her touch. I came over to her studio and just started playing. It was so wonderful that she and I just kept coming back together and playing there, improvising.