I Think That Frank Sinatra Was Maybe

The Dream World Of Sleep And The Dream World Of Music Are Not Far Apart. I Often Catch Glimpses Of One As I Pass Through A Door To The Other, Like Encountering A Neighbor In The Hallway Going Into The Apartment Next To One’s Own. In The Recording Studio, I Would Often Lie Down To Nap And Wake Up With Harmony Parts Fully Formed In My Mind, Ready To Be Recorded. I Think Of Music As Dreaming In Sound.

I Never Went To The Beatles' Concerts To Scream. I Never Screamed At Anybody's Show. I Was On My Feet With The Entire, All Of The Crowned Heads Of Motown, And We Were Shrieking Our Guts Out.

The Thing You Have To Be Prepared For Is That Other People Don't Always Dream Your Dream.

I Just Thought That I Was Going To Get To Sing For A Living And I Wouldn't Have To Go To Work In The Department Store Or Whatever Else You Did If You Were A Woman In Those Days.

My Feeling About School Was That It Interfered With My Reading.