What we play is life.
(August 04, 1901 - July 06, 1971)
My whole life, my whole soul, my whole spirit is to blow that horn...
If you have to ask what jazz is, you'll never know.
Never play a thing the same way twice
If ya ain't got it in ya, ya can't blow it out
The dollar is gradually coming back to its uptrend course and will remain solid.
We ask for no statistics of the killed, For nothing political impinges on This single casualty, or all those gone, Missing or healing, sinking or dispersed, Hundreds of thousands counted, millions lost.
What breaks in a moment may take years to mend.