Keep saying hello to people. They will be the differentiator for you for the rest of your life.
I have had a very difficult time with stage fright; it undermines your well-being and peace of mind, and it can also threaten your livelihood.
Music was language in our house. It was air. . . . . I feel certain that if I absorbed any lessons at all in the first months and years of my life, they must have been about the work that went into making a beautiful sound.
I enjoy the more floaty, exposed, elegant singing.
I haven't really been able to transfer into that extraordinarily other worldly creature, other than I hope on stage.
I don't like to sing loud.
I would love to do more private concerts.
Demands for equality for women are threats to men's self-esteem and sense of sexual turf.
Though it is a team game by definition, it is actually a series of loosely connected individual efforts.
Everything reminds Milton Friedman of the money supply. Everything reminds me of sex, but I try to keep it out of my papers.
I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can I find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax I can take to my memories or fears?