There Are A Lot Of Artists Who

I Should Be Able To Look At My Accolades And Go, "come On, Paul. That's Enough." But There's Still This Little Voice In The Back Of My Brain That Goes, "no, No, No. You Could Do Better. This Person Over Here Is Excelling. Try Harder!" It Still Can Be A Little Bit Intimidating.

Live A Little Be A Gypsy, Get Around. Get Your Feet Up Off The Ground, Live A Little, Get Around.

And I Loved Fats Waller. I Love His Instrumental Abilities, His Vocal Abilities And His Sense Of Humor.

Sometimes When You Write A Thing You Think, 'oh, This Is Good', And It's Not A Modesty Or An Immodesty Thing, You Just... It's Just The Same With Anything; When You Write A Piece You Just Figure, 'oh Yeah, I'm On A Roll Here. This Is Good; I'm Getting The Hang Of This'. Some Pieces Are Better Than Others.

One Of My Great Memories Of John Is From When We Were Having Some Argument. I Was Disagreeing And We Were Calling Each Other Names. We Let It Settle For A Second And Then He Lowered His Glasses And He Said: "it's Only Me." And Then He Put His Glasses Back On Again. To Me, That Was John. Those Were The Moments When I Actually Saw Him Without The Facade, The Armor, Which I Loved As Well, Like Anyone Else. It Was A Beautiful Suit Of Armor. But It Was Wonderful When He Let The Visor Down And You'd Just See The John Lennon That He Was Frightened To Reveal To The World.