Sing Sweet, But Put A Little Dirt

I Like Any And All Of My Associations With Music: Writing, Playing, And Listening. We Write And Play From Our Perspective, And The Audience Listens From Its Perspective. If And When We Agree, I Am Lucky.

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

If Anybody Was Mr. Jazz It Was Louis Armstrong. He Was The Epitome Of Jazz And Always Will Be. He Is What I Call An American Standard, An American Original. ... I Merely Took The Energy It Takes To Pout And Wrote Some Blues. ... I Don't Need Time, I Need A Deadline. ...there Are Two Kinds Of Music. Good Music, And The Other Kind. ... Music Is My Mistress, And She Plays Second Fiddle To No One.

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.

What Does Music Mean To You? What Would You Do Without Music?