Art is beauty, the perpetual invention of detail, the choice of words, the exquisite care of execution.
“After 12 years, the old butterflies came back. Well, I guess at my age you call them moths.”
“I think I had kind of an advantage. When I was growing up, my dad had just got out of jail and he had a great record collection. He had - it was all - these were the songs. So I heard a lot of these songs, like, my whole life, so for me it was easy. I already knew what I was going to sing.”