Every Man Prays In His

The Common Root, Of Course, Comes Out Of Africa. That's The Pulse.the African Pulse. It's All The Way Back From . . . The Old Slave Chants And Up Through The Blues, The Jazz, And Up Through Rock. And It's All Got The African Pulse.

Tomorrow Is In The Wings Waiting For You To Sound Her Entrance Fanfare.

I Merely Took The Energy It Takes To Pout And Wrote Some Blues.

People Do Not Retire. They Are Retired By Others.

There Is No Art When One Does Something Without Intention.