I Don't Need Time, I Need A

Roaming Through The Jungle Of "ohs" And "ahs", Searching For A More Agreeable Noise, I Live A Life Of Primitivity With The Mind Of A Child And An Unquenchable Thirst For Sharps And Flats.

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.

I Don’t Believe In Categories Of Any Kind, And When You Speak Of Problems Between Blacks And Whites In The U.s.a. You Are Referring To Categories Again.

There Is No Art Without Intention.

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.