I Never Sing A Song The Same

So I Asked Him To Play "trav'lin' All Alone." That Came Closer Than Anything To The Way I Felt. And Some Part Of It Must Have Come Across. The Whole Joint Quieted Down. If Someone Had Dropped A Pin, It Would Have Sounded Like A Bomb. When I Finished, Everybody In The Joint Was Crying In Their Beer, And I Picked Thirty-eight Bucks Up Off The Floor. . . . When I Showed Mom The Money For The Rent And Told Her I Had A Regular Job Singing For Eighteen Dollars A Week, She Could Hardly Believe It.

Don't Be In Such A Hurry.

Lust May Be In The Heart, Though It Be Not Seen By Others; As Guests May Be In The House, Though They Look Not Out At The Windows.

If You Copy, It Means You're Working Without Any Real Feeling. No Two People On Earth Are Alike, And It's Got To Be That Way In Music Or It Isn't Music.

When Lester Plays, He Almost Seems To Be Singing; One Can Almost Hear The Words.