Somewhere Out There, Beneath The Pale Moonlight,

People Have Often Written About Me, That I Did This For This Reason And That For That Reason, And Theyre Usually 98 Percent Wrong.

Someone Once Asked Me Why People Sing. I Answered That They Sing For Many Of The Same Reasons The Birds Sing. They Sing For A Mate, To Claim Their Territory, Or Simply To Give Voice To The Delight Of Being Alive In The Midst Of A Beautiful Day. Perhaps More Than The Birds Do, Humans Hold A Grudge. They Sing To Complain Of How Grievously They Have Been Wronged, And How To Avoid It In The Future. They Sing To Help Themselves Execute A Job Of Work. They Sing So The Subsequent Generations Won’t Forget What The Current Generation Endured, Or Dreamed, Or Delighted In.

I'm A Chameleon. I Can Change My Voice A Lot. I Always Was Able To, Because In My Family's Music I Was A Harmony Singer, And Harmony Singing Is Really Hard.

There Should Not Be A Question Of Legal Or Illegal Immigration. People Came And Immigrated To This Country From The Time Of The Indians. No Ones Illegal. They Should Just Be Able To Come.

Your Musical Soul Is Like Facets Of A Jewel, And You Stick Out One Facet At A Time ... (and) I Tend To Work Real Hard On Whatever It Is I Do, To Get It Up To Speed, Up To A Professional Level. I Tend To Bury Myself In One Thing For Years At A Time.