Every Man Prays In His Own Language.

New Music? Hell, There's Been No New Music Since Stravinsky.

I Merely Took The Energy It Takes To Pout And Wrote Some Blues.

I Fluffed Off The Guy Who Kept Requesting Tunes All Night, Then Found Out He Was The King's Son.

Of The One O'clock Lab Band After Hearing Their Performance, And Sitting In With Them At The White House: "i Wish It Were Mine".

The Wise Musicians Are Those Who Play What They Can Master.