As I got older though I wanted a life of my own. The classical training was very demanding and thorough. It was a very sheltered existence. Even though I heard blues and gospel on the radio sometimes, it was always back to the piano and study and give recitals.

I demand perfection in what I do, and I practice very hard before I give a concert-sometimes three to six hours a day.

If I get an idea I put it on tape and somebody else writes it out.

It was always Marx, Lenin, and revolution - real girl's talk.

Every day has its emotional difficulties. I miss my mother whether I'm singing her music or not.

Music is a gift and a burden I've had since I can remember who I was.

I would like you to know, I am a doctor of music.