There Is No Art Without Intention.

My Mother Told Me I Was Blessed, And I Have Always Taken Her Word For It. Being Born Of - Or Reincarnated From - Royalty Is Nothing Like Being Blessed. Royalty Is Inherited From Another Human Being; Blessedness Comes From God.

Everybody In Canada Seemed To Listen To What They Enjoyed, And Nobody Could Tell Them What To Like, Or What Was The Popular, Or What Was The In Thing. Even Today, It Is Very Hard To Brainwash A Canadian.

Sing Sweet, But Put A Little Dirt In It.

Everyone Prays In Their Own Language, And There Is No Language That God Does Not Understand.

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