I got my first trumpet when I was six years old, from Al Hirt. My father was playing in Al Hirt's band at that time.
Through first-class education, a generation marches down the long uncertain road of the future with confidence.
I dress up a certain way because I respect the music.
I didn't want to get that ring around my lips from practicing the trumpet, because I thought the girls wouldn't like me. So I never practiced.
There really have only ever been a few people in each generation who step out, are willing to put themselves on the line, and risk everything for their beliefs.
This rebuilding of New Orleans gives us the perfect opportunity to see if we're ready to extend the legacy of Dr. King.
I feel like a lot of the fundamental material, I've assimilated. So now the question is: Am I going to really get into my spiritual inheritance of music and really develop my abilities?
Don't settle for style. Succeed in substance.
Don't wish for someone else to do later what you can do now.
Don't worry about what others say about your music. Pursue whatever you are hearing... but if everybody really hates your music maybe you could try some different approaches.
Even in these times, there are still neighbors that will turn their backs on neighbors.
I always read all these books about the slaves. My mother is very educated. My father would talk to us like we were grown men. We never knew what he was talking about half the time.
I believe in professionalism, but playing is not like a job. You have to be grateful to have the opportunity to play.
I believed in studying just because I knew education was a privilege. It was the discipline of study, to get into the habit of doing something that you don't want to do.