I grew up beyond proud - we didnt have much, but we had a lot of love.

I spent many a summer early morning with the radio very low, half sleeping and half listening.

I cherish the memory of being a friend of Frank Sinatra on a friendship level to the point where we really hung out. We worked in Vegas, wed talk on the phone, and if I wasnt doing anything, Id fly out, and I spent time in Palm Springs at his house - on a level the way friends would be, not with a whole crowd of people.

I'm not doing contemporary songs unless something comes along that really knocks my socks off.

At long last love has arrived, and I thank God I'm alive. You're just too good to be true, can't take my eyes off of you.

I do belong to Jersey. There's no doubt about that in my mind. They have been so loyal and so good to me, how could I possibly belong any place else?

I grew up beyond proud - we didnt have much, but we had a lot of love.