It took so long to make it in America. The year I arrived was a bad year for women singers, the record company told me. So I starved. I lived in a hotel so dreadful I can't even talk about it.
There is no magic person out there, no perfect human being out there waiting for you.
I was looking for a husband, but meanwhile to survive, I had to work.
There is a wealth of twentieth century music that is being re-discovered by a generation that hasn't heard it.
Three-quarters of the world's population doesn't have enough to eat!
(This picture is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license. - Kevin Armstrong from Muncy, Pa., USA)