Simplicity Is A Most Complex Form

Every Man Prays In His Own Language.

There Is No Art When One Does Something Without Intention.

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 Common Root, Of Course, Comes Out Of Africa. That's The Pulse.the African Pulse. It's All The Way Back From . . . The Old Slave Chants And Up Through The Blues, The Jazz, And Up Through Rock. And It's All Got The African Pulse.

Music, Of Course, Is What I Hear And Something That I More Or Less Live By. It's Not An Occupation Or Profession, It's A Compulsion.