I just wrote a book. But don't go and buy it yet, because I don't think it's finished.
By 1969, when I celebrated 45 years in the music business, I also had 45 people in our musical family.
I knew nothing of the real life of a musician, but I seemed to see myself standing in front of great crowds of people, playing my accordion.
Never trust anyone completely but God. Love people, but put your full trust only in God.
I expected to be a farmer like my father and brothers. Life seemed pleasant and orderly.
Many times I wondered if I were truly carrying out God's plan for my life.
Over and over I marvel at the blessings of my life: Each year has grown better than the last.
If you put all your strength and faith and vigor into a job and try to do the best you can, the money will come.
In spite of the Depression, or maybe because of it, folks were hungry for a good time, and an evening of dancing seemed a good way to have it.
One time I introduced my orchestra as the Shampoo Music Makers instead of the Champagne Music Makers.
The first time I try anything is invariably not very successful. I tend to grow slowly, but solidly.
Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.
We really were a very musical family. Father managed to buy us a small pump organ, and I just loved this instrument.
I was so anxious to succeed that I made a practice of appearing on all the disc jockey shows I could, in order to publicize the band.
If I live to be 90, and I'm planning to, I'll always love performing for a live audience.