Dad always encouraged my singing, so when 'Don't Go Breaking My Heart' was a hit in the States, I flew my parents to New York first-class to see me, put them up at the Waldorf Astoria, then they sailed home on the QE2.
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When my dad died a lot of songs came, and they're still coming.
I feel so good singing songs that I sang with my father.
I was a pop-music junkie. My parents were into Frank Sinatra and Doris Day. They weren't too excited when I had Aretha or the Stones pumping.
I sang a song at my sister's wedding. My mother forced me into that, too. But that one felt all right.
My father was a singer. So it just kind of happened that one Sunday while my dad was singing, I just walked out and stood next to him, and I started singing the song that he was leading, and I sang it in perfect pitch.
All through my young life I wanted to sing, although nobody in my family knew it.
We went to church every Sunday. When I was a kid, the only time I sang was around my family.
I always sang harmony with my family growing up.
I've always sung. My dad had a song in his heart and on his lips 24/7. A lot of the time, it was the same song and the same phrase over and over again.
I had just lost my dad and I remembered all the songs we used to go and hear at concerts, and the records around the house and sometimes we'd play together.
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