Be A Number One Yourself. And Not

Tomorrow Is In The Wings Waiting For You To Sound Her Entrance Fanfare.

The Common Root, Of Course, Comes Out Of Africa. That's The Pulse.the African Pulse. It's All The Way Back From . . . The Old Slave Chants And Up Through The Blues, The Jazz, And Up Through Rock. And It's All Got The African Pulse.

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.

I Don't Need Time. What I Need Is A Deadline!

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.