I felt trapped and fabricated in the fifties living up to other people's expectations.

I'm the only instrument that's got the words, so I've got to be able to get that across.

I loved downers, almost any kind. Loved the colors of them. Loved them yellow... I did. I would just have a bouquet in my hands at night.

I felt trapped and fabricated in the fifties living up to other people's expectations.

So you see, you can't do everything alone.

I just would like to keep singing. As soon as I'm not singing well, I hope that I know it, so that I can get off the stage and leave what I have done. I hope I'll know, and if I don't, I hope somebody tells me.

When Bob came through Cincinnati, he wanted a girl singer to be on his show. There was a local contest, and my sister and I entered, but Bob said, Gee, I wouldn't break up the team.