The considerations of a corporation, especially now, have nothing to do with art or music.

I'm a little young for retirement.

I lost my daughter at 21. I had to give her up because I was broke, no place to take her, no money to take her. That was very traumatic.

Musically, I don't think I'd ever dry up. I trust my musical invention.

My parents told me I'd point to a bed of flowers and say 'Pink. Pretty,' before I knew any other words.

There's a man who's been out sailing In a decade full of dreams And he takes her to a schooner And he treats her like a queen Bearing beads from California With their amber stones and green He has called her from the harbor He has kissed her with his freedom He has heard her off to starboard In the breaking and the breathing Of the water weeds While she was busy being free

An artist needs a certain amount of turmoil and confusion.