The Word [jazz] Never Lost Its Association

Without A Deadline, Baby, I Wouldn't Do Nothing.

Music Is The Tonal Reflection Of Beauty.

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

In Music, As You Develop A Theme Or Musical Idea, There Are Many Points At Which Directions Must Be Decided, And At Any Time I Was In The Throes Of Debate With Myself, Harmonically Or Melodically, I Would Turn To Billy Strayhorn. We Would Talk, And Then The Whole World Would Come Into Focus. The Steady Hand Of His Good Judgment Pointed To The Clear Way That Was Fitting For Us. He Was Not, As He Was Often Referred To By Many, My Alter Ego. Billy Strayhorn Was My Right Arm, My Left Arm, All The Eyes In The Back Of My Head, My Brainwaves In His Head, And His In Mine.

The Most Important Thing I Look For In A Musician Is Whether He Knows How To Listen.