I mistrust these people in music industry who can be everybody. This is where technology dictates to them. I mistrust that, that in somehow the chips capture the soul of a player, that's patent nonsense.

It's the stupid details that my heart is breaking for.

In the tiny torn up pieces of his mind he's irresistible too.

Patsy Cline belongs shoulder-to-shoulder with Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald.

I can't say anymore than I love you. Anything else would be a waste of breath.

You're drinking vintage Elvis Presley wine.

There are many critics who have an idealised version of where my strengths lie.