The story of jazz

I wound up at a rent party [in Harlem], where James P. Johnson was playing. I'm drinking scotch and sodas. I'm in the seventh grade.
I had already met Sidney Bechet through my brother. He sees me at the party and says, "What are you drinking?" I say, "Scotch and sodas." He takes my drink away and says, "You're too young to be drinking!"
And he hands me a joint.
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