Patsy Cline belongs shoulder-to-shoulder with Frank Sinatra and Ella Fitzgerald.
Happiness isn't a fortune in a cookie. It's deeper, wider, funnier, and more transporting than that.
She pulls the eyes out with a face like a magnet.
Those days she was just a beautiful girl, now she's framed and hung up.
And I don't feel any form of music is beyond me in the sense of that I don't understand it or I don't have some love for some part of it.
Elvis Presley and Puccini shall return.