What would I do without Ming-
Us in this place?

Sanity would devour me.

What would I do without his
yelp of pain?

I'd be too much where I am.

My fate without the sep-
aration of his syncopation?

Maniacal sameness and ruination.

What would I do without that be-
at, bang and howl?

The beat of this place would beat me down.

Good bye Pork Pie Hat, Reincarnation of a
Love Bird. Haitian Fight Song

Without them all I'd be long gone.

Jazz is dead? Maybe so. Who cares?
Just the same, it lives in me.

Charles is the key to being in-sanity.

Freedom for your Mother, Freedom for your Brothers and
Sisters. Freedom for your Daddy's Daddy.

But no freedom for me.

So blow that sax, thump that bass. Let's hear
that howlin' horn. Without them I'd be pissed

I was born.

You think I overstate? I merely ruminate upon my
fate, not yours. You don't agree?

Then hit them doors.