It Ain't Whatcha Say, It's The Way

If You Have To Ask What Jazz Is, You'll Never Know.

All Them Weird Chords Which Don't Mean A Thing...you Got No Melody To Remember, And No Beat To Dance To

Making Money Ain't Nothing Exciting To Me. You Might Be Able To Buy A Little Better Booze Than The Wino On The Corner. But You Get Sick Just Like The Next Cat And When You Die You're Just As Graveyard Dead As He Is.

If You Don't Understand It, Don't Mess With It.

The Brick House Was One Of The Toughest Joints I Ever Played In ... Guys Would Drink And Fight One Another Like Circle Saws. Bottles Would Come Flying Over The Bandstand Like Crazy And There Was Lots Of Plain Common Shooting And Cutting. But Somehow All That Jive Didn't Faze Me At All. I Was So Happy To Have Some Place To Blow My Horn.