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 know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it`s too late now, I`m afraid. Much, much too late.
In Hollywood, the rainbow hits the ground for composers.
Ragtime was my lullaby.
Never play anything that don`t sound right. You might not make any money, but at least you won`t get hostile with yourself.
I don`t think I`ll ever be president of anything.
I`m singing the music publisher`s theme song - it ain`t a commercial.
This exploded in me almost more music than I could consume.