Simplicity Is A Most Complex Form

I Merely Took The Energy It Takes To Pout And Wrote Some Blues.

The Artist Must Say It Without Saying It.

It Is Becoming Increasingly Difficult To Decide Where Jazz Starts Or Where It Stops, Where Tin Pan Alley Begins And Jazz Ends, Or Even Where The Borderline Lies Between Between Classical Music And Jazz. I Feel There Is No Boundary Line

There Is No Art When One Does Something Without Intention.

I'm Sure Critics Have Their Purpose, And They're Supposed To Do What They Do, But Sometimes They Get A Little Carried Away With What They Think Someone Should Have Done, Rather Than Concerning Themselves With What He Did.