One Day A Whole Damn Song Fell

Somebody Once Said We Never Know What Is Enough Until We Know What's More Than Enough.

I've Been Told That Nobody Sings The Word 'hunger' Like I Do.

I Try To Improvise Like Les Young, Louis Armstrong Or Someone Else I Admire. What Comes Out Is What I Feel.

If I'm Going To Sing Like Someone Else, Then I Don't Need To Sing At All.

So I Asked Him To Play "trav'lin' All Alone." That Came Closer Than Anything To The Way I Felt. And Some Part Of It Must Have Come Across. The Whole Joint Quieted Down. If Someone Had Dropped A Pin, It Would Have Sounded Like A Bomb. When I Finished, Everybody In The Joint Was Crying In Their Beer, And I Picked Thirty-eight Bucks Up Off The Floor. . . . When I Showed Mom The Money For The Rent And Told Her I Had A Regular Job Singing For Eighteen Dollars A Week, She Could Hardly Believe It.