FB: Here it is July 21, this is the seventh interview in a series that were doing for the Berklee College library. We're documentating Boston jazz history and today on the hot seat is Bob Winter. Pianist who's been in these parts for many a year and has played at some of the great clubs with some of the wonderful society orchestras, has been a mainstay at Berklee College for a generation and Boston Pops for probably about the same time. Bob we had a, we did something unsual last week in that we had sort of a pre session which just brought out all sorts of marvelous details or your career. Like a good piano solo, we'll be highlit with lots of little philigrees and apagatoras and grace notes and woody asides. BW: I can't even follow that Fred, I wouldn't try to follow that. Well I must say that I'm also being interviewed by a very astute interviewer who I've known from many, many years, and is a jewel of his own in this business or entertainment, writing. Well I suppose the beginning would be the best. I was born in Malden not 12 miles from here where we're sitting, north of Boston. I'd say a pretty blue collar existence. I think the main reason that I started, or even got a piano was the fact that my aunt was getting rid of an old piano in her playroom, moving it out. We didn't have a piano but they noticed that I would always fool around with the piano down at my grandmothers house. At that time, going to your grandmother's on Sunday was something that everybody did. Everything was done with the family. As I found out later, one of the reasons that my aunts and uncle... my father had played the saxophone a little bit and as a matter of fact, played some jobs. But I think my mother didn't like the idea of him leaving on Saturday nights to go out and play a gig. So he gave up the saxophone which I later played in a junior highschool band, C melody saxophone as a matter of fact. FB: Those were hot in those days. BW: Well the whole idea was that the family would get together at the piano and the C melody saxophone was non transposing so all you had to do was read the piano music. My aunts, I had two or three aunts that could play the piano, as we used to say could fake the left hand. They could play Margy with this stride left hand, that's the way people learned. I imagine that was in the '20's or '30's. Finally when I came along, it was just a natural inclination that I had fooling around with the keys. As I say, I inherited that piano from my aunt and started to take lessons. I remember taking lessons from one lady that wanted me to play scales. I lasted about two weeks with that, I just didn't like that way of playing. I ended up I guess, just playing on my own.