It Don't Mean A Thing If It

Music Is My Mistress And She Plays Second Fiddle To No One.

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

I Began By Tinkering Around With Some Old Tunes I Knew. Then, Just To Try Something Different, I Set To Putting Some Music To The Rhythm That I Used In Jerking Ice-cream Sodas At The Poodle Dog. I Fooled Around With The Tune More And More Until At Last, Lo And Behold, I Had Completed My First Piece Of Finished Music.

Without A Deadline, Baby, I Wouldn't Do Nothing.

Of The One O'clock Lab Band After Hearing Their Performance, And Sitting In With Them At The White House: "i Wish It Were Mine".