I daresay one good concert justifies a week of satisfaction at home.
I wanted my voice to be a tenor sax, really.
My vocal style I haven't tried to copy from anyone. It just developed until it became the girlish whine it is today.
There's nothing new under the sun - you just get a can of paint out.
It's not some great work of beauty and love to be a rock-and-roll singer.
Life isn't moving quickly - time moves very quickly.