|Name: Hoagy Carmichael||Find on Amazon India: Link|
|Nationality: American||Find on Amazon: Link|
This exploded in me almost more music than I could consume.
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.
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.
In Hollywood, the rainbow hits the ground for composers.
I’m singing the music publisher’s theme song – it ain’t a commercial.
I know Mother named me after a railroad man, but it’s too late now, I’m afraid. Much, much too late.
I don’t think I’ll ever be president of anything.