Keep searchin’ for your mystery note on the universal piano of life.

When I die, I want them to play The Black and Crazy Blues, I want to be cremated, put in a bag of pot and I want beautiful people to smoke me and hope they got something out of it.

I didn't ask my mother to buy me a trumpet or a violin, I started right on the water hose.

You don't see the European classical musicians allowing the music of Bach, Brahms, or Beethoven to become extinct. That music has gone on for centuries and centuries. We have the same obligation. Why do we have to become so 'hip' that we can say, 'Bebop is square,' or "New Orleans is square'? This, to me, is a shame.

I wish we could just stay on the bandstand, it's so peaceful up here.

Keep searchin’ for your mystery note on the universal piano of life.

What about a blues in W, in the key of W.