My Son Is A Hip-hop Producer.

My Brother Died Of Cancer Two Years Ago (1998), Renal Cell Carcinoma. He Was My Only Real Brother And I Didn't Know What To Do. I'd Never Been So Desperate In My Life.

I'm Never In My Life Going To Do A Record That's A Tribute To Myself. I Don't Need It.

A Bad Song, The Three Best Singers In The World Cannot Save It, And That's The Bottom Line.

I Chose The Trombone Because The Trombone Players In The Marching Band Got To Be Up Front With The Majorettes (because Of The Slides) And I Loved That!

My Grandmother Had This High-tech Security System - A Rusty Nail She Used To Lock The Door.