If Someone Has Been Escaping

It (jazz) Isn't Like It Used To Be. The Guys Aren't Together. They're All Separated. Individuals Now. Bird Was A Symbol. It Was A Clique, A Clique Of People. Who All Believed In One Thing: Gettin' High. And Playin'.

If You Think This Is Weird, Just Look At Yourselves.

If Charlie Parker Were A Gunslinger, There'd Be A Whole Lot Of Dead Copycats

I Am Charles Mingus, Half Black Man, Not Even White Enough To Pass For Nothing But Black. I Am Charles Mingus, A Famed Jazzman, But Not Famed Enough To Make A Living In This Society.

My Son's A Painter. All Through School His Teachers Tell Him He's A Genius. I Tell Him To Paint Me An Apple That Looks Like An Apple Before He Paints Me One That Doesn't. Go Where You Can Go, But Start From Someplace Recognizable.