My mother always wanted me to be a jazz singer, but I always wanted to be raunchy.
The music was thunder and joy. Lightning bolts of happiness and praise, foot-stomping, dance-shouting, good-feeling singing from the soul.
It's the same thing now. When I go onstage the young people scream and holler as much as the older generation.
I sing the songs that people need to hear.
I am so happy that I am alive and can walk.
At last my love has come along. My lonely days are over and life is like a song.