Even at al my mother's concerts, I had never seen people go crazy the way they did with the Beatles.

I think every show I do, whether I am doing eight shows a week of a Broadway show... I think, "that's a show I'll never get back"... I go home at night and I think to myself, "that was my favorite".

I had grown up accustomed to living a life of high drama.

In June 1968, five days before my mother's forty -sixth birthday, the world fell apart again. Sirhan Sirhan shot Bobby Kennedy, who died the next day. Why were people shooting all the Kennedys? Had the country gone mad?

My mother's life had been destroyed by the Garland legend.

Liza is in the tabloids almost as much as our mother was. She has struggled with her own ghosts and shadows.

Living in continual chaos is exhausting, frightening. The catch is that it's also very addictive.