I knew nothing of the life of a real musician, of course, but somehow I seemed to see myself standing in front of great crowds of people, playing my accordion.

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.

I played a Spaniard. I looked about as Spanish as any other fair-skinned German.

It's curious how we act in moments of personal despair.

I always worried I'd forget my lines or say the wrong words or the audience would laugh in the wrong places.

For a while we had trouble trying to get the sound of a champagne cork exploding out of the bottle. I solved the problem by sticking my finger in my mouth and popping it out.

This is the best biography by me I have ever read.