Quincy Jones at 85: ‘I’m too old to be full of it’
TORONTO — Quincy Jones holds out his hands. Like Jones, an easy raconteur, they tell stories. There’s a small scar from when he, as a youngster in 1930s Chicago, accidently wandered into a gang’s territory. “They nailed my hand to a fence with a switchblade, man,” he says. Jones points to a ring on his