“I grew up on Long Island. It was the ’burbs, you know, but it was an easy commute into the city. When I was in my late teens, my dad [jazz guitarist Al Cappi] took me on gigs and let me sing with the band. Mostly, he yelled at me, but that’s okay. He would drive home always be prepared, be prepared. Know your lyrics. I tried [guitar] lessons with him, but it wasn’t a good relationship of teaching (laughs). But it was good training. I learned a lot from him. He...