Stages are getting higher and higher, and I'm getting older and older.

Living in England was wonderfully civil and easy-going.

Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.

The problem being: for years I was struggling - first to prove that I had any talent, then to create some skills and finally to fulfil it reasonably. But then once I got there it was, "OK. I did that, but I want to be happy." And that's a whole different deal. It's kind of like a dance. Being active seems to help. I'm 70, so sometimes a little voice is going, "Just take it easy".

Basically, I’m a musical vocalist, but I do voiceover stuff as a sideline, like plumbing or something.

Your skin starts itching once you buy that gimmick about something called love.

If I had to depend on what I actually get from sales, I'd be tending bar between sets.