Ragtime was my lullaby.
Slow motion gets you there faster.
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.
I'm singing the music publisher's theme song - it ain't a commercial.
I don't think I'll ever be president of anything.
Traveling with a big band is like being an inmate in a traveling zoo.