I Prepare Myself For Rehearsals

I Want To Be A Mature Artist With A Different Kind Of Thinking.

I Cannot Switch My Voice. My Voice Is Not Like An Elevator Going Up And Down.

When Music Fails To Agree To The Ear, To Soothe The Ear And The Heart And The Senses, Then It Has Missed The Point.

I Prepare Myself For Rehearsals Like I Would For Marriage.

I Was Always Too Mature For My Age - And Not Very Happy. I Had No Young Friends. I Wish I Could Go Back To Those Days. If I Could Only Live It All Again, How I Would Play And Enjoy Other Girls. What A Fool I Was.