I thought you said it was easy, listening to your heart. I thought you said I'd be okay. So why am I breaking apart.

The curious beauty of African music is that it uplifts even as it tells a sad tale. You may be poor, you may have only a ramshackle house, you may have lost your job, but that song gives you hope.

Being rich and famous seems to have its ups and downs. That's the price you pay for being troubadours and clowns.

The record company's worst fear is that you'll fall in love or get rich.

I ain't got no money - But I'm rich on personality.

I think I deliberately sold out a couple of times. I picked the songs that I thought would do well in the marketplace, even though I didn't really love the song.