Love Is Talkative Passion.

You See, Pops, That's The Kind Of Talk That's Ruining The Music. Everyone's Trying To Do Something New, No One Trying To Learn The Fundamentals First. All Them Young Cats Playing Their Wierd Chords. And What Happens? No One's Working.

I Don't Get Involved In Politics. I Just Blow My Horn.

When You're With Another Tea Smoker It Makes You Feel A Special Kinship.

To Jazz, Or Not To Jazz, There Is No Question!

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