Music is my mistress and she plays second fiddle to no one.
There is no art when one does something without intention.
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.
Critics have their purposes, and they're supposed to do what they do, but sometimes they get a little carried away with what they think someone should have done, rather than concerning themselves with what they did.
Of the One O'Clock Lab Band after hearing their performance, and sitting in with them at the White House: "I wish it were mine".