I am deluded enough to think I can bring something to the table.

Today, it's very tempting to create songs by cutting and pasting in the studio.

I know my choices will be creative so long as I follow my heart.

Step by step, one by one, higher and higher. Step by step, rung by rung, climbing Jacob's ladder.

I love you Huey was the note I read, but there's a strange pair of shoes underneath the bed.

I don't tap dance, and I don't think you can learn to tap dance in three weeks at my ripe old age.

Sometimes bad is bad.