What We Play Is Life.

If Ya Ain't Got It In Ya, Ya Can't Blow It Out.

As A Youngster In The Little Orphanage Home In New Orleans, I Was The Bugler Of The Institution. When I Got To Be Around 13 Or 14 Years Old, They Took Me Off The Bugle And Put Me In The Little Brass Band.

You Can't Take It For Granted. Even If We Have Two, Three Days Off I Still Have To Blow That Horn A Few Hours To Keep Up The Chops. I Mean I've Been Playing 50 Years, And That's What I've Been Doing In Order To Keep In That Groove There.

It Makes You Feel Good, Man, Makes You Forget All The Bad Things That Happen To A Negro. It Makes You Feel Wanted, And When You're With Another Tea Smoker, It Makes You Feel A Special Kinship.

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