My Whole Life, My Whole Soul, My

If I Don’t Practice For A Day, I Know It. If I Don’t Practice For Two Days, The Critics Know It. And If I Don’t Practice For Three Days, The Public Knows It.

My Life Has Always Been My Music, It's Always Come First, But The Music Ain't Worth Nothing If You Can't Lay It On The Public. The Main Thing Is To Live For That Audience, 'cause What You're There For Is To Please The People.

The Memory Of Things Gone Is Important To A Jazz Musician. Things Like Old Folks Singing In The Moonlight In The Back Yard On A Hot Night Or Something Said Long Ago.

Musicians In My Day Had Nicknames. My Name Was "satchel Mouth," Like A Doctor's Satchel. When I Went To England This Fellow Was Strictly English, And He Was Editor Of The Newspaper There. He Shook My Hand After I Got Off The Train And Said, "hello, Satchmo." So Right Away My Trombone Player Said, "mmm, The Man Thinks You Have Mo' Mouth Than Satchel Mouth." So I Was Stuck With It, And It Turned Out All Right.

Every Time I Close My Eyes Blowing That Trumpet Of Mine, I Look Right Into The Heart Of Good Old New Orleans. It Has Given Me Something To Live For.