Swedish Proverb

I try to practice with my life.

Damn it, when I’m bombastic, I have my reasons. I want to be bombastic: take it or leave it.

Jazz amounts to Blues, your unique sound and the elusive genius of improvisation.

My neighbors always listen to very hip Jazz… whether they like it or not.

I prefer no one to teach me. I prefer to swing on my own.

Music can’t save the world, but can make one a little calmer.

I’m going to make music out of whatever style it is, being true to the artform itself.

I’m no good with chords. I’m horrible with chords.

It’s Charlie Parker and Dizzy Gillespie, you know. They got a musical mind together and uh, you can’t explain it.

When it comes to music, don’t lie to yourself; just tell yourself the truth.

You get that right tickin’ rhythm, man and its ON!

I kept thinking there’s bound to be something else? I could hear it sometimes, but I couldn’t play it.

Jazz can only enhance the Classical side and Classical can only enhance the Jazz side.

The prospect of having to sit through one of Rachmaninov’s extended symphonies or piano concertos tends, quite frankly, to depress me. All those notes, and to what end?

It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing.