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

Never Play Anything The Same Way Twice.

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

Music Is Either Good Or Bad, And It's Got To Be Learned. You Got To Have Balance.

I See Trees Of Green, Red Roses Too. I See Them Bloom For Me And You. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World. I See Skies Of Blue And Clouds Of White. The Bright Blessed Day, The Dark Sacred Night. And I Think To Myself What A Wonderful World

Even If I Have Two Three Days Off, You Still Have To Blow That Horn. You Have To Keep Up Those Chops... I Have To Warm Up Everyday For At Least An Hour.