Always Be A First-rate Version Of Yourself,

How Strange When An Illusion Dies. It's As Though You've Lost A Child.

Somewhere Over The Rainbow, Skies Are Blue, And The Dreams That You Dare To Dream Really Do Come True.

Audiences Have Kept Me Alive.

My [singing] Style Really Has No Style, Because I Try To Sing Each Number Differently. I’ve Always Believed That If Style Takes Precedent Over The Words And Music, The Audience Get’s Cheated. It’s Like When People See A Fine Play Or Movie. They Imagine Themselves In The Leading Role. I Want Them To Imagine That They’re Singing - Not Just Listening To Someone Else.

When I Die I Have Visions Of Fags Singing 'over The Rainbow' And The Flag At Fire Island Being Flown At Half Mast.