In Some Ways, It's My Rage That

My Mother Always Told Me, Even If A Song Has Been Done A Thousand Times, You Can Still Bring Something Of Your Own To It. I'd Like To Think I Did That.

At Last My Love Has Come Along. My Lonely Days Are Over And Life Is Like A Song.

Jazz Took Too Much Discipline. You Have To Come In At The Right Place, Which Is Different Than Me Singing The Blues, Where I Can Sing, 'oh, Baby,' If There's A Pause In The Melody. With Jazz, You Better Leave That Space Open, Or Put In Something Real Cool.

Most Of The Songs I Sing Have That Blues Feeling In It. They Have That Sorry Feeling. And I Don't Know What I'm Sorry About. I Don't.

I’ve Learned To Live With Rage. In Some Ways, It’s My Rage That Keeps Me Going. Without It, I Would Have Been Whipped Long Ago. With It, I Got A Lot More Songs To Sing.