I Have Heard More Than Once, 'shut

I'd Hear A Tune In My Head And The Words Would Come. And Then, Very Suddenly It Just Stopped. It Seemed Too Stilted To Try And Learn How To Write A Song, To Go To Round Robins And To Learn Things From Other People On How To Write A Song. So I Just Stopped And Did Other Things.

"nasty Man" Isn't A Laughing Matter, But You Have To Laugh Anyway. The Song, Itself, Becomes Something Of A Laughing Matter Because We'd Go Crazy If We Didn't Keep Laughing.

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.

I Have Hope In People, In Individuals. Because You Don't Know What's Going To Rise From The Ruins.

The White Music Was Melodic And Pretty, And You Had Beautiful Women's Voices Like Gogi Grant And Even The Andrews Sisters. Then I Went Directly To Rhythm And Blues, Which Had Beautiful Voices But Not Much Melody In Particular And Pretty Much The Same Chord Pattern. I Loved It, I Was Entrenched In It, But Then Folk Music Came In The Middle Of That For Me, And Made Its Own Path. And It Was Part Of The Rebellion Against Bubblegum Music, Or Music That Is Pretty But Doesn't Say Anything.