Fate Is Being Kind To Me. Fate

I Fluffed Off The Guy Who Kept Requesting Tunes All Night, Then Found Out He Was The King's Son.

Of The One O'clock Lab Band After Hearing Their Performance, And Sitting In With Them At The White House: "i Wish It Were Mine".

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.

Yet, Every Time God's Children Have Thrown Away Fear In Pursuit Of Honesty-trying To Communicate Themselves, Understood Or Not, Miracles Have Happened.

The Europeans Who Went To Africa Came Back With “modern' Art. What Is More African Than A Picasso?