To Jazz, Or Not To Jazz, There

Even If I Have Two Three Days Off, You Still Have To Blow That Horn. You Have To Keep Up Those Chops... I Have To Warm Up Everyday For At Least An Hour.

There Is No Such Thing As 'on The Way Out' As Long As You Are Still Doing Something Interesting And Good; You're In The Business Because You're Breathing.

When You're Dead, You're Done.

If You Have To Ask What Jazz Is, You'll Never Know.

As A Youngster In The Little Orphanage Home In New Orleans, I Was The Bugler Of The Institution. When I Got To Be Around 13 Or 14 Years Old, They Took Me Off The Bugle And Put Me In The Little Brass Band.