I've come to realize there is probably a relationship to how good a drummer is to whether or not in concert he drums with his shirt off.

If I really like a song, I nod my head along to its beat in barely perceptible its manner.

I realized that I will never have a name as cool as Richard "Groove" Holmes.

My five year old was less thrilled than I hoped when I played a jazz Christmas CD. Maybe it was the 20 minute bass solo in "Jingle Bells."

I've considered giving myself a cool sounding nickname.

I've come to realize it's probably wrong and would upset most jazz purists that my local library has a Barry Manilow CD in its jazz collection, near CDs by Charles Mingus and Thelonious Monk

I learned Sonny Rollins is a Mets fan.

I called someone a "cat."

I know who Elvis Costello's wife is.

I refer to my job as a "gig."

I wear turtlenecks more often.

I tried on a hat that I thought Jimmy Smith might wear.

I began doubting whether Tommy Lee was, in fact, fuckin' awesome.

I considered changing my three year old son's name to Thelonious or Pharaoh.

I told my wife a song was a good example of "hard bop."

I got into a chat room discussion about Joe Morello's style, without being absolutely sure what instrument he plays.

I've said "`Trane." Out loud.

African-Americans seem to like me more.

I bought old-fashioned Ray Bans.