I know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it's too late now, I'm afraid. Much, much too late.
I'm singing the music publisher's theme song - it ain't a commercial.
Traveling with a big band is like being an inmate in a traveling zoo.
In Hollywood, the rainbow hits the ground for composers.
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.
The trouble with doing nothing is that you can never take any time off.