I Think The Greatest Sound In The

In High School I Was Best In Music Class On The Trumpet, But The Prizes Went To The Boys With Blue Eyes. I Made Up My Mind To Outdo Anybody White On My Horn.

I Don't Hold It Against Dizzy [gillespie], You Know, But If A Guy Wants To Play A Certain Way, You Work Towards That. If He Stops - He's Full Of Crap, You Know. I Mean, I Wouldn't Do It, For No Money, Or For No Place In The White Man's World. Not Just To Make Money, Because Then You Don't Have Anything. You Don't Have As Much Money As Whoever You're Trying To Ape; That's Making Money By Being Commercial. Then You Don't Have Anything To Give The World; So You're Not Important. You Might As Well Be Dead.

Birth Of The Cool' Became A Collector's Item, I Think, Out Of A Reaction To Bird And Dizzy's Music. Bird And Diz Played This Hip, Real Fast Thing, And If You Weren't A Fast Listener, You Couldn't Catch The Humor Or The Feeling In Their Music. Their Musical Sound Wasn't Sweet, And It Didn't Have Harmonic Lines That You Could Easily Hum Out On The Street With Your Girlfriend Trying To Get Over With A Kiss.

Like Ron Lorman's Always Sayin', "na-na-na-na-na," You Know What I Mean? I Don't Need That In The Studio.

It's Not About Standing Still And Becoming Safe. If Anybody Wants To Keep Creating They Have To Be About Change.