Jazz Is The Language Of The Emotions.

My Son's A Painter. All Through School His Teachers Tell Him He's A Genius. I Tell Him To Paint Me An Apple That Looks Like An Apple Before He Paints Me One That Doesn't. Go Where You Can Go, But Start From Someplace Recognizable.

I'm Too Busy Playing. When I'm Playing I Don't Pay Attention To Who's Listening. When I Was Listening I Listened To Symphony Orchestras, Beethoven, Bach, Brahms, Stravinsky. You Don't Listen To One Instrument; You Listen To Music.

Most Of The Soloists At Birdland Had To Wait For Parker's Next Record In Order To Find Out What To Play Next. What Will They Do Now?

I'm Trying To Play The Truth Of What I Am. The Reason It's Difficult Is Because I'm Changing All The Time.

What Do You Think Happens To A Composer Who Is Sincere And Loves To Write And Has To Wait Thirty Years To Have Someone Play A Piece Of His Music?