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.

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