When I went to bed Friday night I thought what if I don't wake up? Would I really give a shit? It kept me awake all night thinking, what could be worse than a singer losing his voice; then it dawned on me; losing his whole voice box and talking through a sound amplifier. Felt pretty sorry for myself for a while, then Jacqui and I talked it over and she reminded me that I have been saying all along that I would do almost anything to get my voice back, and this is the only shot I have available. In addition, I am involved with the best in the business; if he's good enough for Julie Andrews he's good enough for me.

So, as soon as they schedule the butchery I'm off to Bean Town and two weeks of misery in a friggin' hospital.

Job didn't give up and he was older than I am. Besides, I'm a Taurus and we are stubborn.