Nowadays It Seems To Me

The House Is In Turmoil With Records On Every Space. In The Kitchen And In The Dining Room Is Covered With Records. I Don't Have A Big Enough House To Accommodate Everything.

I Would Really Hate To Have E-mail. It's Bad Enough With All The Mail I Get.

There Are A Million Good Tunes.

My Hands Look Terrible But I Can Do Anything I Want To Do, So, You Know, I Just Think I'm Playing All Around With More Good Taste And Not Dashing Up And Down The Piano.

By The Way, I Got A Grammy, Which Was A Big Thrill.