And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

My forays into trying to date girls my own age from the school I went to were all pretty tortured.

I was doing my best Bogart, but I was having trouble getting into her jeans.

I've also gotten to play in front of a million people in Central Park when there was a grass roots movement calling for nuclear disarmament - it was about 1982 - they called it Peace Sunday.

Oh Lord, are there really people starving still?

No matter how fast I run, I can't get away from me.

No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.