You Blows Who You Is.

Musicians In My Day Had Nicknames. My Name Was "satchel Mouth," Like A Doctor's Satchel. When I Went To England This Fellow Was Strictly English, And He Was Editor Of The Newspaper There. He Shook My Hand After I Got Off The Train And Said, "hello, Satchmo." So Right Away My Trombone Player Said, "mmm, The Man Thinks You Have Mo' Mouth Than Satchel Mouth." So I Was Stuck With It, And It Turned Out All Right.

Even If I Have Two Three Days Off, You Still Have To Blow That Horn. You Have To Keep Up Those Chops... I Have To Warm Up Everyday For At Least An Hour.

You Got To Love To Be Able To Play

If I Don’t Practice For A Day, I Know It. If I Don’t Practice For Two Days, The Critics Know It. And If I Don’t Practice For Three Days, The Public Knows It.

White Folks Still In The Lead.