My Dread Is For My

I Love The Lower Ranges Of My New Voice. I Really Enjoy That. It's A Challenge, And I Accept The Challenge. I Sort Of Enjoy It Now To Reach Notes That Maybe Four Years Ago I Couldn't Reach. I Don't Mean To Grumble About It. I'm Past That Critical Period And Have Gone On To A Whole New Field. And We Go Everywhere. We Travel Around The World, And I Learn Songs From Every Place We Go, And It's A Joyful Process.

It [my Vocal] Didn't Sound Like What I Wanted To Hear; The Vibrato Isn't What I Liked Anymore. So I Got Myself To An Ear, Nose And Throat Guy Who Does A Lot Of Work With Singers, And I Was Hoping There Was A Big Wart On My Vocal Cords Or Something And They Could Scrape It Off And I Could Have The Voice I Wanted. But He Said, "no, For 71, That's Your Voice."

You Don't Get To Choose How You're Going To Die, Or When. You Can Only Decide How You're Going To Live. Now.

It Sounds Corny, But It's Absolutely True: A Song Chooses Me. I Don't Go Looking For A Certain Kind Of Lyric. It Kind Of Develops Its Own Little Arc And I'll Just See What Happens.

I Never Pretended To Be Rock Star. I Would Make A Lousy Rock Star. I Don't Have The Right Voice For It. I Don't Have The "sex, Drugs And Rock 'n' Roll" Spirit. But The Greatest Flattery In The Last Couple Of Years Is Being Called A "badass" By Young Singers.