As a youngster in the little orphanage home in New Orleans, I was the bugler of the institution. When I got to be around 13 or 14 years old, they took me off the bugle and put me in the little brass band.
Musicians don't retire; they stop when there's no more music in them.
It's getting almost so bad a colored man hasn't got any country.
You've got to be good or as bad as the devil.
My whole life, my whole soul, my whole spirit is to blow that horn.
It ain't whatcha say, it's the way howcha say it.