Not Too Slow, Not Too Fast. Kind

The Memory Of Things Gone Is Important To A Jazz Musician. Things Like Old Folks Singing In The Moonlight In The Back Yard On A Hot Night Or Something Said Long Ago.

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.

It Really Puzzles Me To See Marijuana Connected With Narcotics Dope And All Of That Stuff. It Is A Thousand Times Better Than Whiskey. It Is An Assistant And A Friend.

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

If It Hadn't Been For Jazz, There Wouldn't Be No Rock And Roll.