New Music? Hell, There's Been No New

Every Man Prays In His Own Language.

I Never Had Much Interest In The Piano Until I Realized That Every Time I Played, A Girl Would Appear On The Piano Bench To My Left And Another To My Right.

Billy Strayhorn Was My Right Arm, My Left Arm, All The Eyes In The Back Of My Head, My Brainwaves In His Head, And His In Mine.

The Word [jazz] Never Lost Its Association With Those New Orleans Bordellos. In The 1920s I Used To Try To Convince Fletcher Henderson That We Ought To Call What We Were Doing 'negro Music'. But It's Too Late For That Now.

Problems Are Chances For Us To Do Our Best.