These Fingers Of Mine Got Brains In

Faithfulness In Small Things Leads To Faithfulness In Great Things, And Never The Other Way Around.

All You Gotta Do Honey Is Kinda Stand In One Spot, Wiggle Around Just A Little Bit.

When They Look Back On Me I Want 'em To Remember Me Not For All My Wives, Although I've Had A Few, And Certainly Not For Any Mansions Or High Livin' Money I Made And Spent. I Want 'em To Remember Me Simply For My Music.

You Shake My Nerves And You Rattle My Brain.

Normally, Things Are Viewed In These Little Segmented Boxes. There's Classical, And Then There's Jazz; Romantic, And Then There's Baroque. I Find That Very Dissatisfying. I Was Trying To Find The Thread That Connects One Type Of Music - One Type Of Musician - To Another, And To Follow That Thread In Some Kind Of Natural, Evolutionary Way.