We all love to sing along with our favorite songs. We sing in the car, in the shower, and at the karaoke bar. The problem is that half the time we don't know what we're singing. We're making up lyrics as we go along and hoping no one will notice.

In the '60s, my father, Wally Amos, had been a talent agent and a personal manager before taking a major career detour in 1975, when he opened a store selling chocolate chip cookies.

We all love to sing along with our favorite songs. We sing in the car, in the shower, and at the karaoke bar. The problem is that half the time we don't know what we're singing. We're making up lyrics as we go along and hoping no one will notice.

Of course, screwed up families are not the exclusive province of the famous. Still, most families get to screw up in private.

Just as many people flee Hollywood as those who flock to it. Hollywood can be an acquired taste.

We are more than the work we perform. In fact, I'd say that our work is a mere representation of who we are underneath.

Musicians burn through more cash than the Federal Reserve.