I was real good at music and real bad at everything else.

The first thing that I do when I come out every night is to look at the faces in front of me, very individually.

The story I have told throughout my work life I could not have told as well without Clarence.

Madman drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat. In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat.

On any given night, what allows me to get to that higher ground is the audience.

Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty. And meet me tonight in Atlantic City

You can't start a fire Worrying 'bout your little world falling apart This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancing in the dark