Sing Sweet, But Put A Little Dirt

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.

Tomorrow Is In The Wings Waiting For You To Sound Her Entrance Fanfare.

Love Is Supreme And Unconditional; Like Is Nice But Limited.

Music Is The Tonal Reflection Of Beauty.

By And Large, Jazz Has Always Been Like The Kind Of A Man You Wouldn't Want Your Daughter To Associate With.