Love Is Talkative Passion.

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

The Memory Of Things Gone Is Important To A Jazz Musician. Things Like Old Folks Singing In The Moonlight In The Back Yard On A Hot Night Or Something Said Long Ago.

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

Making Money Ain't Nothing Exciting To Me. You Might Be Able To Buy A Little Better Booze Than The Wino On The Corner. But You Get Sick Just Like The Next Cat And When You Die You're Just As Graveyard Dead As He Is.

As A Youngster In The Little Orphanage Home In New Orleans, I Was The Bugler Of The Institution. When I Got To Be Around 13 Or 14 Years Old, They Took Me Off The Bugle And Put Me In The Little Brass Band.