There Is Chaos. There's Bloodshed.

Sometimes I Get Lonesome For A Storm. A Full Blown Storm Where Everything Changes. The Sky Goes Through Four Days In An Hour, The Trees Wail, Little Animals Skitter In The Mud And Everything Gets Dark And Goes Completely Wild. But It Is Really God - Playing Music In His Favourite Cathedral In Heaven - Shattering Stained Glass - Playing A Gigantic Organ - Thundering On The Keys - Perfect Harmony - Perfect Joy.

My Life Is A Crystal Teardrop. There Are Snowflakes Falling In The Teardrop And Little Figures Trudging In Slow Motion.

My Dread Is For My Show To Be A Nostalgia Act. So The Key To It Is How Do We Keep It Fresh?

Seeing You Sleeping Peacefully On Your Back Among Your Stuffed Ducks, Bears And Basset Hounds, Would Remind Me That No Matter How Good The Next Day Might Be, Certain Moments Were Gone Forever Because We Could Not Go Backwards In Time.

I Think I Would Have Had An Easier Time Of It If I Had Had Training Much Earlier. Because When I Got To The Training, It Was In My Late 30s And I Already Probably Had Every Bad Habit A Singer Could Have. In Fact, It Still Goes On. It's Un-training Those Habits And Retraining New Ones - The Breathing, The Relaxation, The Tongue, The Lungs, The Everything.