The common root, of course, comes out of Africa. That's the pulse.The African pulse. It's all the way back from . . . the old slave chants and up through the blues, the jazz, and up through rock. And it's all got the African pulse.

People do not retire. They are retired by others.

Music is the tonal reflection of beauty.

Hurry, get on board, it's comin', listen to those rails a-thrumming all aboard. Get on the "A" train, soon you will be on Sugar Hill in Harlem.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

Be a number one yourself. And not a number two somebody else.

What does music mean to you? What would you do without music?