If Somebody Told Me I Only Had

If You Love Them In The Morning With Their Eyes Full Of Crust; If You Love Them At Night With Their Hair Full Of Rollers, Chances Are, You're In Love.

I Don't Wanna Talk About Teo [macero]. He's A Helluva Musician, A Brilliant Musician, But He's Just Not For Me, That's All. I Can Elaborate On It, But I Don't Want To Do That.

That Was My Gift . . . Having The Ability To Put Certain Guys Together That Would Create A Chemistry And Then Letting Them Go; Letting Them Play What They Knew, And Above It.

I Think Every Negro Over Fifty Should Get A Medal For Putting Up With All That Crap.

If You Make A Suggestion And [musicians] Don't Know What You Mean, You Have To Be Able To Do It Yourself. I Often Sit Down On Drums And Show 'em Just Exactly What I Want. And I Do It And Then Say, "how Do You Do That?" It's Because I Know How It Looks, I Know What I Want To Hear, And I Don't Drop Or Rush Any Tempo. It Ain't In My Body, It Ain't In My Nephew's Body.