I Feel At Home In An Orchestral

Singing Becomes A Form Of Therapy.

With My Personal Preparation At The Piano, I Can Afford To Hum At Half Voice.

I Then Realized That I Could Never Be Satisfied Again With The Mere Natural Charm Of My Voice, That I Had To Constantly Paint When Singing, Melting All The Colors, Expressing Reds And Blacks That Had To Be Less Primary But Bursting With Subtly Colored Combinations.

To Stay At My Best, I Have To Stop Talking During The Preceding Day.

Honestly, If The Public Still Wants To Hear Me In Some Works, I Have To Go Down A Half Step.