Stop Your Ears And Close

The First Time I Knew What I Wanted To Do With My Life Was When I Was About Four Years Old. I Was Listening To An Old Victrola, Playing A Railroad Song...i Thought That Was The Most Wonderful, Amazing Thing...that You Could Take This Piece Of Wax And Music Would Come Out Of That Box. From That Day On, I Wanted To Sing On The Radio.

I'm Thankful For The Sea Breeze That Feels So Good Right Now, And The Scent Of Jasmine When The Sun Starts Going Down.

It's All Fleeting. As Fame Is Fleeting, So Are All The Trappings Of Fame Fleeting. The Money, The Clothes, The Furniture.

It's Like A Novelist Writing Far Out Things. If It Makes A Point And Makes Sense, Then People Like To Read That. But If It's Off In Left Field And Goes Over The Edge, You Lose It. The Same With Musical Talent, I Think.

Get Rhythm When You Get The Blues.