I first met Bobby Mcferrin on stage at Carnegie hall, where we were participants in a tribute to jazz singer Eddie Jefferson. Bobby is a fun-loving down-home guy who helped make the rehearsals a joy and the concert extraordinary. Several years later, the enormous success of his record “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” hadn’t changed that aspect of his presence one bit. Just as that record was a casual expression of a good idea -- both musical and philosophical -- and not an attempt to abandoned an aesthetic path or to "go commercial," it is obvious in what follows that Bobby has for years pursued his own inner voice. And more important, he has always shown a deep respect for and placed a lot of faith in the intelligence of his audience. He’s made them a large part of his performances, and, subsequently, of his great success. There's an almost visionary sense about his words as he describes the inevitable rightness of the solo path he's taken. Of equal interest is his obvious bewilderment at being categorized a "jazz" singer.