It Took Me Three Weeks To Write

When I'm In My Normal Mood, Music Drips From My Fingers.

My People Are Americans. My Time Is Today.

Gershwin's Tragedy Was Not That He Failed To Cross The Tracks, But Rather That He Did, And Once There In His New Habitat, Was Deprived Of The Chance To Plunge His Roots Firmly Into The New Soil.

When Jazz Is Played In Another Nation, It Is Called American. When It Is Played In Another Country, It Sounds False. Jazz Is The Result Of The Energy Stored Up In America.

The European Boys Have Small Ideas But They Sure Know How To Dress 'em Up.