The drum beat, the life of the fete.
Want loud thoughts; play loud music!
Music is the miracle oracle.
We sing together what we have lived separately.
Jazz, jump, jitter and jive — jounce and jot and come alive.
“Getting down,” includes getting up.
Music is the soul of love.
Lift up something bigger than yourself — sing.
Life’s show is tempo prestissimo.
A melody is a moxy medicine.