A Great Song Can Make A Terrible

Some Summers My Father Would Take Us Down To Visit Our Grandmother In Louisville, Who Was An Ex-slave, Susan Jones, And She Had A Shotgun Shack They Call It, And No Electricity, A Well In The Back, A Coal Stove, Kerosene Lamps.

I Go To The Favelas In Brazil. It's The Same In The South Side Of Chicago. It's The Same, Or Just More Violent. We're Trying To Get Them To Stop Selling Dope. You See Kids With Ak-47s, And Nine-year-olds With Nine Millimeters. You Know, They Don't Play. They Make Us Look Like Nuns.

Billy Strayhorn Wrote Multicolored Blue. Billy To Me Is The Boss Of The Arrangers.

I Chose The Trombone Because The Trombone Players In The Marching Band Got To Be Up Front With The Majorettes (because Of The Slides) And I Loved That!

Greatness Occurs When Your Children Love You, When Your Critics Respect You And When You Have Peace Of Mind.