I wasn't allowed to grow as an artist. My albums were nicer to look at than to listen to.
Morrissey wrote a really gorgeous song for me. I'm crazy for that man. And he thinks I'm hip!
I didn't just want to be Frank's daughter who sang Boots. I take my music very seriously and studied very hard. It's not a joke to me.
Dad really had little to do with the songs, except to perform them.
I was successful with mediocre material because of a good recording voice that people really liked at that time.
I was singing about six notes higher than I had to, in a range that kept me up in a bubblegum sound.
After things started to happen here, my choice of material was extremely limited. It was a weird situation.
I think most people are aware of the garbage in the tabloids and don't give them a lot of credence.
Frank's audience doesn't care if a girl singer, a comic or an organ grinder with a monkey opens the show. They are there to see HIM.
Do you know the way to San Jose? I've been away so long I may go wrong and lose my way Do you know the way to San Jose I'm going back to find some piece of mind San Jose -a L. A. is a great big...