I Might Have To Wait. I'll Never

I Struggled More With My Identity. Let's Be Honest - Early On In My First Records, I Didn't Have The Power To Tell David Foster Or Other Producers What To Do.

I Was Probably Five Years Old Or Four Years And I Would Listen To "white Christmas," And I Just Thought It Was The Most Beautiful Thing Ever. The Musicianship And His Voice And The Melody Of That Song; It's Almost Like I Wish It Wasn't A Christmas Song Because I Wish That You Were Allowed To Listen To It All Year.

There Was No Way I Was Ever Going To Get A Fair Shake. How Good Could I Be? I Was Canadian. I Wasn't From New York. I Wasn't From Vegas. I Was Born In 1975, Not 1917. My Last Name Wasn't Sinatra Or Darin Or Martin. Early On And Often, There Was Always The Comparison. "he's Good, But He's No '[fill In The] Blank.'

I Think I'm A Mama's Boy Who Wanted To Be A Hockey Player, Who Failed, And Had To Become A Singer. I Think That I'm A Generous, Impatient, Kind, Jerk.

I Honestly Think That It Was When The Actual Voices Started To Stand Up For Me. It Was The Iconic Artists Like Tony Bennett Or Barbara Streisand Or Liza Minnelli. When People Like That Take You Under Their Wing And Say In Quotations, "he's The Next One. He's Got My Stamp Of Approval," People Trust Them.