The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you.

Traveling with a big band is like being an inmate in a traveling zoo.

Slow motion gets you there faster.

I'm singing the music publisher's theme song - it ain't a commercial.

The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you.

Ragtime was my lullaby.

In Hollywood, the rainbow hits the ground for composers.