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I Said To Mr. Pavarotti Once ... A Marvelous Man And A Great Artist ... I Said To Him ... "maestro, I'm Having Trouble Closing Out A Note So That It's Almost As Thin As A Butter Knife ... Finish It Out Quietly Like That." I Said, "i Have Trouble Doing That. What Do You Think I Should Do?" He Said, "justa Close Up Your Mouth." That's All He Said, And I Fell On The Floor. I Thought He Was Gonna Give Me A Dissertation.

Most Of What Has Been Written About Me Is One Big Blur, But I Do Remember Being Described In One Simple Word That I Agree With. It Was In A Piece That Tore Me Apart For My Personal Behavior, But The Writer Said That When The Music Began And I Started To Sing, I Was "honest."

Don't Respond To Negativity With More Negativity. Just Put Your Head Down And Prove Your Critics Wrong.

Rock 'n Roll Smells Phony And False. It Is Sung, Played And Written For The Most Part By Cretinous Goons And By Means Of Its Almost Imbecilic Reiteration And Sly, Lewd, In Plain Fact, Dirty Lyrics ... Manages To Be The Martial Music Of Every Side-burned Delinquent On The Face Of The Earth.

I Don't Know What Other Singers Feel When They Articulate Lyrics, But Being An 18-karat Manic-depressive And Having Lived A Life Of Violent Emotional Contradictions, I Have An Overacute Capacity For Sadness As Well As Elation.