When A Young Artist Is Ready, One

To Stay At My Best, I Have To Stop Talking During The Preceding Day.

I Then Realized That I Could Never Be Satisfied Again With The Mere Natural Charm Of My Voice, That I Had To Constantly Paint When Singing, Melting All The Colors, Expressing Reds And Blacks That Had To Be Less Primary But Bursting With Subtly Colored Combinations.

When I Was A Young Man, I Was A Baritone, Very Far From Possessing The Whole Range Of The Tenor Then.

Don't You Think It Astonishing That, At 58, I Am Still Working At Improving My Career?

The Public Is A Part Of My Real Life.