When I play, maybe 'Back o' Town Blues,' I'm thinking about one of the old, low-down moments - when maybe your woman didn't treat you right. That's a hell of a moment when a woman tell you, 'I got another mule in my stall.'
I warm up at home. I hit the stage, I'm ready, whether it's rehearsal or anything.
We all do 'do, re, mi,' but you have got to find the other notes yourself.
Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them.
I like kissable lips. A woman's lips must say, 'Come here and kiss me, Pops.'
The memory of things gone is important to a jazz musician.