It Is Becoming Increasingly Difficult To Decide

I Began By Tinkering Around With Some Old Tunes I Knew. Then, Just To Try Something Different, I Set To Putting Some Music To The Rhythm That I Used In Jerking Ice-cream Sodas At The Poodle Dog. I Fooled Around With The Tune More And More Until At Last, Lo And Behold, I Had Completed My First Piece Of Finished Music.

The Word [jazz] Never Lost Its Association With Those New Orleans Bordellos. In The 1920s I Used To Try To Convince Fletcher Henderson That We Ought To Call What We Were Doing 'negro Music'. But It's Too Late For That Now.

Music, Of Course, Is What I Hear And Something That I More Or Less Live By. It's Not An Occupation Or Profession, It's A Compulsion.

Self-discipline, As A Virtue Or An Acquired Asset, Can Be Invaluable To Anyone.

I Don't Need Time, I Need A Deadline.