Nowadays it seems to me nobody takes trouble about anything, especially writing songs.

The house is in turmoil with records on every space. In the kitchen and in the dining room is covered with records. I don't have a big enough house to accommodate everything.

I need to get up and walk around and keep my knees from getting bad, which is what's happening.

Nowadays it seems to me nobody takes trouble about anything, especially writing songs.

Sometimes go around with guys who are scuffling -- for awhile. But usually they end up marrying some cat with a factory. This is the way world ends, not with a whim but a banker.

So I have a friend who works for me once a week. She's got e-mail, so anybody that must send an e-mail, they send it to her and she faxes it to me. Sounds like a long way of doing things, but it works for me.

The key of D is daffodil yellow, B major is maroon, and B flat is blue.