I Compare Songwriting To Childbirth.

Out Of Respect For The Things That I Was Never Destined To Do, I Have Learned That My Strengths Are A Result Of My Weaknesses, My Success Is Due To My Failures, And My Style Is Directly Related To My Limitations.

I Actually Wrote The Song First As "well, It's 9 O'clock On A Saturday." That Bit. Then I Said, You Know What? It Needs Some Kind Of An Introduction To Kind Of Set The Mood And Set The Flavor. So I Just Played This Kind Of Cocktail Lounge Thing, The Hustle And Bustle Of Waitresses Going By - That Kind Of Thing.

They Are Sharing A Drink Called Loneliness.

Forced To Recognize Our Inhumanity, Our Reason Coexists With Our Insanity. And Though We Choose Between Reality And Madness, It's Either Sadness Or Euphoria.

She's The Quiet Type Who's Into Heavy Metal.