I'm not too fond of changing things into waltzes, but sometimes that works.

It's awful to have to, but I've started thinking about that, you know. 86. I'm thinking, well, maybe I might make it to 90. At least I'd like to have my brains.

I'd just as soon be on a good Steinway or Yamaha just as well.

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.

I started to play Jazz music in my early teens. A boyfriend brought records over, so I listened to everything

There are a million good tunes.

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