My earliest memories of country music are the Grand Ole Opry.

My earliest memories are being pinned to a fence with a switchblade.

One of my earliest memories is of my father carrying me in one arm with a picket sign in the other.

You know what my earliest memories are? Going from one burlesque town to another. My father was in burlesque.

My earliest memories of rap music was mixed with my earliest memories of reggae music. They were big sounds around the way, heavy bass lines, strong messages, definitely.

My earliest memories are of the civil rights era. My earliest experiences were rage.