My Music Is Evidence Of My Souls

If Charlie Parker Were A Gunslinger, There'd Be A Whole Lot Of Dead Copycats

What Do You Think Happens To A Composer Who Is Sincere And Loves To Write And Has To Wait Thirty Years To Have Someone Play A Piece Of His Music?

If Someone Has Been Escaping Reality, I Don't Expect Him To Dig My Music.

In High School I Was On The Basketball Team, But The Coach Did Something I Didn't Dig And The Next Day He Looked Up And Saw Me Practising With The Football Team.

Jazz Is The Language Of The Emotions.