I've Met Every Freak In The Business.

I Was The Most Subtle Person In The World.

Some Summers My Father Would Take Us Down To Visit Our Grandmother In Louisville, Who Was An Ex-slave, Susan Jones, And She Had A Shotgun Shack They Call It, And No Electricity, A Well In The Back, A Coal Stove, Kerosene Lamps.

A Song Should Have All The Color And Beauty Of Every Rose.

Michael (jackson) Was So Shy, He'd Sit Down And Sing Behind The Couch With His Back To Me While I Sat With My Hands Over My Eyes-and The Lights Off.

My Grandmother Had This High-tech Security System - A Rusty Nail She Used To Lock The Door.