For The Most Part, Pianos

I Don't Know What A Shrink Would Call Me. I Don't Want To Know.

I Can't Have Discussions About It Anymore, I Just Can't. When Someone Asks Me If I've Found Jesus, I Say, 'yeah, I Saw Him At A Nirvana Concert A Couple Of Years Ago.' It's Like, Jesus Has Got Things To Do, He's Got A Ten O'clock. He's Not Going To Fix Things For Me, I Have To Fix Things For Myself, So I Try And Have A Sense Of Humor About It And Nobody Finds My Humor Very Amusing. We've Just Got To Lighten Up On The Savior Bit, Folks. You Know, Get Off The Cross, We Need The Wood.

I Remember Driving To North Carolina When I Was A Little Girl In A Snowstorm To Get Down To My Mom's Family In The Carolinas. There Were Chains On The Car - It Was The Late Sixties - And We Were Just Singing In The Car. Christmas Carols.

Is Your Place In Heaven Worth Giving Up These Kisses

I've Never Felt Anything That Moves Me As Much As My Piano. I'm An Emotional Player. I Don't Really Like People. I Prefer My Piano To People. It's Totally Reliable And It's Alive. I Can Hear What It's Saying.