If I live to be 90, and I'm planning to, I'll always love performing for a live audience.

In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.

Many times I wondered if I were truly carrying out God's plan for my life.

I was so anxious to succeed that I made a practice of appearing on all the disc jockey shows I could, in order to publicize the band.

My accent remained terrible. It was very hard for me to initiate any conversation with someone I didn't know.

Dreams do come true, even for someone who couldn't speak English and never had a music lesson or much of an education.

My first appearance, the first time I try anything, invariably is not very successful. I tend to grow slowly, but solidly.