Papa John Creach famous quotes

I got into playing the jazz. I played jazz for a good while. I did the popular stuff first. You got the "Twelfth Street Rag" and those kinds of things. Then I got to hanging around with a bunch of guys starting to playing jazz. We'd go from one place to the other and take our instruments, just perform for free.
-- Papa John Creach

#Guy #Rags #Playing Jazz

I was born in Beaver Falls, Pennsylvania, in 1917, May the 28th. So you can figure that out; that's a long ways off. Oh, I've been around a long time.
-- Papa John Creach

#Fall #Long #Pennsylvania

We had 10 children in our family. We all helped each other - we had to to exist, especially when we were out on the farm.
-- Papa John Creach

#Children #Our Family #Farms

Plus, in one of his e-mails, the guy said he didn't like pancakes. What kind of ***** doesn't like pancakes?

If my former self and my current self met for coffee, they'd get along OK, but they'd both probably walk out of the Starbucks shaking their heads and saying to themselves, “That guy is kinda delusional.”

But I guess I like playing flawed guys 'cause it gives a place for the characters to go.

The guys who stick around are the smartest guys and the guys who are the most self-driven. You have to have drive. The coaches can only take you so far. You have to want to learn and work.

I'm not playing for anybody but the guys in this locker room.

I've always been supremely confident in my abilities. But the biggest confidence boost is when the guys around you, you feel like they have confidence in you.

I'm just a down-to-earth guy.

And in a world without heroes, as the movie trailer voice-over guy might say, the slightly awkward can be slightly cool.

Rags, which are the reproach of poverty, are the beggar's robes, and graceful insignia of his profession, his tenure, his full dress, the suit in which he is expected to show himself in public.

The haggardness of poverty is everywhere seen contrasted with the sleekness of wealth, the exhorted labour of some compensating for the idleness of others, wretched hovels by the side of stately colonnades, the rags of indigence blended with the ensigns of opulence; in a word, the most useless profusion in the midst of the most urgent wants.