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At First It Was Just A Misdemeanor, But Then You Lost The "mis-de" And You Just Got Meaner And Meaner.

Musicians Don't Retire; They Stop When There's No More Music In Them.

Jazz Is What I Play For A Living.

There's A Thing I've Dreamed Of All My Life, And I'll Be Damned If It Don't Look Like It's About To Come True-to Be King Of The Zulu's Parade. After That, I'll Be Ready To Die.

It Ain't Whatcha Say, It's The Way Howcha Say It.