I could tell it was a popular move as a writer to walk down the bass lines while you were writing a song.
North America was ready for something other than a vanilla cooking show and we were providing the double dark chocolate fudge.
And I'm hoping that fair-minded people will stand up and say that what's been done to me is wrong, and that-that people's personal lives have no impact on their ability to be a journalist, you know. Why should my past prevent me from having a future?

