I am just a poor boy, though my story's seldom told, and I have squandered my resistance, for a pocket full of mumbles, such are promises. All lies in jest, still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest...la-la-la-la-la-la-la-lala-la-la-la-la...

How much can you do with two voices? You can sing thirds or you can sing fifths or you can do a background harmony.

I don't like fashion. It's very heartless.

Time it was And what a time it was, it was A time of innocence A time of confidences Long ago it must be I have a photograph Preserve your memories They're all that's left you

Nor is it strange That after changes upon changes, we are more or less the same

People talking without speaking,/ People listening without hearing...Sounds of Silence.

Anthony Heilbut has been a guide and a mentor to me. I know of no one who has the love and depth of knowledge of this extraordinary author.