Without A Deadline, Baby, I Wouldn't Do

Gray Skies Are Just Clouds Passing Over.

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.

Fate Is Being Kind To Me. Fate Doesn't Want Me To Be Too Famous Too Young.

People Do Not Retire. They Are Retired By Others.

You've Got To Find A Way Of Saying It Without Saying It.