A Friend To Me Has No Race,

I Said To Mr. Pavarotti Once ... A Marvelous Man And A Great Artist ... I Said To Him ... "maestro, I'm Having Trouble Closing Out A Note So That It's Almost As Thin As A Butter Knife ... Finish It Out Quietly Like That." I Said, "i Have Trouble Doing That. What Do You Think I Should Do?" He Said, "justa Close Up Your Mouth." That's All He Said, And I Fell On The Floor. I Thought He Was Gonna Give Me A Dissertation.

There Have Been Many Accolades Uttered About Elvis' Talent And Performances Through The Years, All Of Which I Agree With Wholeheartedly. I Shall Miss Him Dearly As A Friend. He Was A Warm, Considerate And Generous Man.

I Lived In A Plenty Tough Neighborhood. When Somebody Called Me A 'dirty Little Guinea', There Was Only One Thing To Do-break His Head. When I Got Older, I Realized That You Shouldn't Do It That Way. I Realized That You've Got To Do It Through Education. Children Are Not To Blame. It Is The Parents. How Can A Child Know Whether His Playmate Is An Italian, A Jew Or Irish, Unless The Parents Have Discussed It In The Privacy Of Their Homes.

I Want To Be Buried With A Zippo, A Roll Of Dimes & A Bottle Of Jack!

The Thing That Influenced Me Most Was The Way Tommy Played His Trombone. It Was My Idea To Make My Voice Work In The Same Way As A Trombone Or Violin-not Sounding Like Them, But "playing" The Voice Like Those Instrumentalists.