Jazz Is What I Play For A

Not Too Slow, Not Too Fast. Kind Of Like Half-fast.

The Brick House Was One Of The Toughest Joints I Ever Played In ... Guys Would Drink And Fight One Another Like Circle Saws. Bottles Would Come Flying Over The Bandstand Like Crazy And There Was Lots Of Plain Common Shooting And Cutting. But Somehow All That Jive Didn't Faze Me At All. I Was So Happy To Have Some Place To Blow My Horn.

Music Is Either Good Or Bad, And It's Got To Be Learned. You Got To Have Balance.

You See, Pops, That's The Kind Of Talk That's Ruining The Music. Everyone's Trying To Do Something New, No One Trying To Learn The Fundamentals First. All Them Young Cats Playing Their Wierd Chords. And What Happens? No One's Working.

If Ya Ain't Got It In Ya, Ya Can't Blow It Out.