It Became Obvious In 1957

I Sometimes Get That Wonderful Sympathy Between Me And The Audience, Telling Me I've Reached Their Hearts. And When I Do, The Thrill Is Mine.

In Nearly All Ballads, The Words Set The Mood And Meaning, While The Music Intensifies Or Enhances Them.

I Vowed That Whenever My Family Needed Me, I Would Give Up Everything To Go To Them, No Matter What. The Show Must Go On Was Meaningless To Me.

Because Of My Voice, Speaking Words Which Had Been Carefully Chosen, Women Had Used Money They Had Set Aside For Other Purposes To Buy War Bonds.

If Rock-and-roll Is Well Done, There's Nothing So Terribly Wrong With That Kind Of Music. But The Lyrics Are Another Story.