Jazz Today, As Always In The Past,

It Is Becoming Increasingly Difficult To Decide Where Jazz Starts Or Where It Stops, Where Tin Pan Alley Begins And Jazz Ends, Or Even Where The Borderline Lies Between Between Classical Music And Jazz. I Feel There Is No Boundary Line

New York Is A Place Where The Rich Walk, The Poor Drive Cadillacs, And Beggars Die Of Malnutrition With Thousands Of Dollars Hidden In Their Mattresses.

It's Like An Act Of Murder - You Play With Intent To Commit Something.

On Becoming More Acquainted With The Word Of The Bible, I Began To Understand So Much More Of What I Had Been Taught, And Of What I Had Learned About Life And About The People In Mine.

There Are Simply Two Kinds Of Music, Good Music And The Other Kind ... The Only Yardstick By Which The Result Should Be Judged Is Simply That Of How It Sounds. If It Sounds Good It's Successful; If It Doesn't It Has Failed.