Ragtime was my lullaby.
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.
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 don't think I'll ever be president of anything.
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.
This exploded in me almost more music than I could consume.
I'm singing the music publisher's theme song - it ain't a commercial.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories