When It Becomes Clear That

The Press Regularly Proclaims My Ambitions And My Financial Demands.

I Then Realized That I Could Never Be Satisfied Again With The Mere Natural Charm Of My Voice, That I Had To Constantly Paint When Singing, Melting All The Colors, Expressing Reds And Blacks That Had To Be Less Primary But Bursting With Subtly Colored Combinations.

When I Was A Young Man, I Was A Baritone, Very Far From Possessing The Whole Range Of The Tenor Then.

I Hope I Have Given Back Half The Joy Music Has Given Me.

Don't You Think It Astonishing That, At 58, I Am Still Working At Improving My Career?