But, you know, the Stones were my opening act in the Sixties. I loved those British guys, the way they just stood there and shook their hair.
I love the fact that 35 years later, I still hear my songs on the radio.
My honeymoon night was spent on the floor in the bathroom with my mother.
It doesn't pay to try, all the smart girls know why.
Stage performing is a dying art form.
I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.