The Only Music I Don't Like Is

Some Summers My Father Would Take Us Down To Visit Our Grandmother In Louisville, Who Was An Ex-slave, Susan Jones, And She Had A Shotgun Shack They Call It, And No Electricity, A Well In The Back, A Coal Stove, Kerosene Lamps.

Imagine What A Harmonious World It Could Be If Every Single Person, Both Young And Old Shared A Little Of What He Is Good At Doing.

There’s Nothing In The World Worse Than Having An Opportunity That You’re Not Prepared For. Good Luck Usually Follows The Collision Of Opportunity And Preparation - It’s A Result Of That Collision. You’ve Got To Be Prepared. So, Make Your Mistakes Now And Make Them Quickly. If You’ve Made The Mistakes, You Know What To Expect The Next Time. That’s How You Become Valuable.

I Look Back And Say, "this Must Have Been Somebody Else." I Am Not Going To Tell You That When I Was 4, I Dreamed About All Of This.

Music Was The One Thing I Could Control. It Was The One World That Offered Me Freedom. When I Played Music, My Nightmares Ended. My Family Problems Disappeared. I Didnt Have To Search For Answers. The Answers Lay No Further Than The Bell Of My Trumpet And My Scrawled, Pencilled Scores. Music Made Me Full, Strong, Popular, Self-reliant And Cool.