It Don't Mean A Thing If It

There Is No Art Without Intention.

Every Man Prays In His Own Language.

I Fluffed Off The Guy Who Kept Requesting Tunes All Night, Then Found Out He Was The King's Son.

New Music? Hell, There's Been No New Music Since Stravinsky.

If Anybody Was Mr. Jazz It Was Louis Armstrong. He Was The Epitome Of Jazz And Always Will Be. He Is What I Call An American Standard, An American Original. ... I Merely Took The Energy It Takes To Pout And Wrote Some Blues. ... I Don't Need Time, I Need A Deadline. ...there Are Two Kinds Of Music. Good Music, And The Other Kind. ... Music Is My Mistress, And She Plays Second Fiddle To No One.