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I was a schooled musician. When I made 'Blue Velvet', I told everyone what to do. I was an arranger. I learned music in school I told the band to play this. I told the guitar to do that. ↗

— Bobby Vinton

#band #blue #everyone #guitar #i

I was smart, to tell you the truth. I'm not really bright, but I'm not stupid. ↗

— Bobby Vinton

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It's just different today. Nobody seems to last too long these days. I wouldn't know how to get started today. ↗

— Bobby Vinton

#different #get #how #i #just

Most of those takes were one take. I made those records in three minutes. I didn't have time to get nervous or scared the first time I sang it. It was all 'live' and I enjoyed it so much. ↗

— Bobby Vinton

#first #first time #get #i #live

Nobody really thought I was going to make it, because I was a musician. I really wasn't a singer. ↗

— Bobby Vinton

#going #i #make #musician #nobody

Sammy Davis, I backed him up. I used to study him every night. I saw how great performers worked and was able to incorporate a little bit from the best. ↗

— Bobby Vinton

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Times were changing. Clothes were changing. Morals were changing. We went from romantic loves songs like I used to do to rock 'n roll. Now that has changed to rap. So, there's always a new generation with new music. ↗

— Bobby Vinton

#always #changed #changing #clothes #generation

Today, you're either very big or you're playing stadiums or you're not playing anymore. You're either popular where everybody will go to a 20,000 seat arena to see you or they won't go to see you at all. ↗

— Bobby Vinton

#arena #big #either #everybody #go

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that’s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o’er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place. And on that cheek, and o’er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all A heart whose love is innocent! ↗

— George Gordon Byron

#love #poetry #beauty

You end up as you deserve. In old age you must put up with the face, the friends, the health, and the children you have earned. ↗

— Judith Viorst

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