And he was going to give me a song, because I'm a singer and I wanted to sing in everything.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I remember him watching me through the crack of a door singing with a hairbrush. I was in front of his mirror. I think he wanted me to sing. He would get me on the table and make me sing sometimes or play the piano. He was very encouraging on that front.
I just always wanted to be a singer. My mom said I was even singing in my cot!
I was the singing boy in school.
I never thought I was going to be a singer. That was an accident.
I love to sing, so I just figured that I was going to sing or something.
So you know, my plan was that I was going to make records, and be a rock star. And that's really what I wanted to do. And I sang from the time I was very young.
It was he who impressed, time and again, the necessity of singing as nature intended, and - I remember - he constantly warned, don't let the public know that you work. So I went slowly. I never forced the voice.
I just wanted to sing, in church or wherever.
He didn't want me to become a musician, he wanted me to be a doctor, because he said singing was too hard.
Nobody really thought I was going to make it, because I was a musician. I really wasn't a singer.