Where the blue of the night<br/>Meets the gold of the day,<br/>Someone waits for me.
I think popular music in this country is one of the few things in the twentieth century that have made giant strides in reverse.
There is nothing in the world I wouldn't do for Hope, and there is nothing he wouldn't do for me . . . We spend our lives doing nothing for each other.
He was an average guy who could carry a tune.
My golf is woeful but I will never surrender.
Come on in. It's a bit fresh out there. We may be getting ourselves a bit of a soak.
Well, if you ever get a little thin on top, I've got an old toupee you can have.
In the Wee Small Hours.
[He became an American citizen and, after a brief amateur boxing career in the early 1920s, performed in vaudeville and on Broadway before launching a film career in 1938 that included starring roles in 54 feature films, including his] On the Road ... The Road to Singapore.
didn't say it, he did it -- one time only. Unless he blew the lyrics, he did one take.
We'd dub the one that came off best into the final transcription. It gave us a chance to ad lib as much as we wanted, knowing that excess ad libbing could be sliced from the final product.