Gray Skies Are Just Clouds Passing Over.

Sing Sweet, But Put A Little Dirt In It.

A Goal Is A Dream With A Finish Line.

Critics Have Their Purposes, And They're Supposed To Do What They Do, But Sometimes They Get A Little Carried Away With What They Think Someone Should Have Done, Rather Than Concerning Themselves With What They Did.

If It Sounds Good And Feels Good, Then It Is Good!

It Is Becoming Increasingly Difficult To Decide Where Jazz Starts Or Where It Stops, Where Tin Pan Alley Begins And Jazz Ends, Or Even Where The Borderline Lies Between Between Classical Music And Jazz. I Feel There Is No Boundary Line