My singing days have passed. My voice is gone. My throat is worn. And my lungs are going fast.

I just really like her voice. There's a certain intimacy to her singing that appeals to me. But she also swings well, and there's a bluesy quality to her voice too, kind of like Ella Fitzgerald.

If this isn’t important, I will rip your throat open and piss down your lungs.

I'm an asthmatic. I have to be on that treadmill singing to get my lungs right.

Maybe it is true what they say, that playing these Chuck Berry songs is easy. But try singing them. The words come out hard, like bullets.

There has been a great laziness in my soul. Lots of days I could write songs, but I could also take my $400 and play the slot machines at the riverfront casino.