One Person's Disaster Is Another Person's Talking

I Don't Want To Go With The Smooth Skin And The Calm Brow. I Hope I End Up A Blithering Idiot Cursing The Sun - Hallucinating, Screaming, Giving Obscene And Inane Lectures On Street Corners And Public Parks.

I Don't Want To Play Old Music. To Me, It Is Fighting Battles That Are Already Over And Calling Yourself A Warrior. For Me, I See No Courage Or Adventure In Doing The Old Thing Over Again. If Others Want To, That's For Them. For Myself, I Have To Move On. Life Is Too Short To Live In The Past. There Is A Lot To Be Done.

Girls Aren't Beautiful, They're Pretty. Beautiful Is Too Heavy A Word To Assign To A Girl. Women Are Beautiful Because Their Faces Show That They Know They Have Lost Something And Picked Up Something Else.

To My Ears, Jazz Sounds Better In Warm Weather And After The Sun Has Gone Down. While I Will Listen To Some Of My Favorite Jazz Records In Cooler Weather, It's The Warmer Nights That Really Make Them Come Alive. Something About Those Sounds And The Heat Of The Night Really Makes It Happen For Me.

You Can't Get Your Head Around Something If You're Yelling.