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Some Musicians Play With Their Heart, You Know What I Mean? I Don't Know What To Tell A Person That Can't - If You Can't Tell A Person What You're Talkin' About When They're Rushin' Or Droppin' The Tempo, You Get Somebody Else.

I've Come Close To Matching The Feeling Of That Night In 1944 In Music, When I First Heard Diz And Bird, But I've Never Got There. . . . I'm Always Looking For It, Listening And Feeling For It, Though, Trying To Always Feel It In And Through The Music I Play Everyday.

If You Have To Ask, You'll Never Know.

I Would Never Try And Play Like Harry James, Because I Don't Like His Tone - For Me. It's Just White. You Know What I Mean? He Has What We Black Trumpet Players Call A White Sound. But It's For White Music ... I Can Tell A White Trumpet Player, Just Listening To A Record. There'll Be Something He'll Do That'll Let Me Know That He's White.

If Somebody Told Me I Only Had An Hour To Live, I'd Spend It Choking A White Man. I'd Do It Nice And Slow.