The William Penn Hotel in Pittsburgh... was the place where Champagne Music was born.

One time I introduced my orchestra as the Shampoo Music Makers instead of the Champagne Music Makers.

Music was my joy, my home, the one place I felt happy and secure.

For a while we had trouble trying to get the sound of a champagne cork exploding out of the bottle. I solved the problem by sticking my finger in my mouth and popping it out.

Dreams do come true, even for someone who couldn't speak English and never had a music lesson or much of an education.

Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.