Simplicity Is A Most Complex

It Don't Mean A Thing If It Ain't Got That Swing.

Billy Strayhorn Was My Right Arm, My Left Arm, All The Eyes In The Back Of My Head, My Brainwaves In His Head, And His In Mine.

Somehow I Suspect That If Shakespeare Were Alive Today, He Might Be A Jazz Fan Himself.

It's Like An Act Of Murder - You Play With Intent To Commit Something.

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.