I Just Can't Read Music.

I Have Been Extremely Lucky With Reviewers And Critics Throughout My Career.

My Singing Is Part Of Me, Like My Stoutness, Or My Light Hair, Or My Poor Eyesight.

I Love Animals To The Extent That My Home Is My Dog's Home! Which Means That Nothing Is Too Good For My Freckles-chairs, Couches, Beds. But I Do Draw The Line On Chipmunks Nibbling At My Table Linens, Bedding, Blankets, Etc.

I Just Can't Read Music.

I Am Exceedingly Lucky That My Voice, Along With Perfect Pitch And Perfect Rhythm, Was Given Me At Birth.