I Don't Need Words. It's All In

I Don't Let My Mouth Say Nothin' My Head Can't Stand.

The Memory Of Things Gone Is Important To A Jazz Musician. Things Like Old Folks Singing In The Moonlight In The Back Yard On A Hot Night Or Something Said Long Ago.

I'm A Spade, You're An Ofay. Let's Play.

There's Only Two Ways To Sum Up Music; Either It's Good Or It's Bad. If It's Good You Don't Mess About It, You Just Enjoy It.

If Ya Ain't Got It In Ya, Ya Can't Blow It Out.