There Is No Art When One Does

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.

Sing Sweet, But Put A Little Dirt In It.

The Europeans Who Went To Africa Came Back With “modern' Art. What Is More African Than A Picasso?

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.

Be A Number One Yourself. And Not A Number Two Somebody Else.