What a fool I am to think my breaking heart could kid the moon.
Well if I could play like Wynton, I wouldn’t play like Wynton.
Well if I could play like Wynton Marsalis, I wouldn’t play like Wynton.
He almost adds a Chet-like sound to it.
In Europe they look upon jazz as art. In America it’s a diversion. Somebody opens a restaurant and installs another band off to the side. People don’t listen.
The drummer; he inspired me to play like no one else I have ever met.
You don’t know what love is, until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues, until you’ve loved a love you’ve had to lose.
What a guy, what a fool am I, to think my breaking heart could kid the moon.