Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours?

I got to sing solo in the junior choir when I was 10 or 11 and won a competition, and my sister's piano playing improved to a certain level. One time my sister and I worked together. The first song we ever sang in High School was Rags to Riches by Tony Bennett.

I was in Britain that year [1963] and some music publishing people in Denmark Street in London suggested me to the BBC. So I found myself in front of a British television show, which was a nice surprise.

The road to love is littered by the bones of other ones, who by the magic of the moment were mysteriously undone.

I never got really good at hockey.

Words are for explaining the mistakes we might have made, names are for calling when there is nothing left to say.

Both the Beatles and The Rolling Stones broke on the music scene the summer I was in England. I can vividly remember hearing She Loves You in August 1963.