I Don't Do Yoga. I

I Don't Think I Realized What Was Going To Be The Hardest Part Of Becaming An Artist Until I Dove Off The Diving Board ... First I Had To Overcome A Pre-speculated Idea Of Me. I Had To Sort Of Burst Through That And Introduce Myself, And That Was The First Hurdle, And Then Now Sing In Front Of Everybody, And Then That Was The Second One, And I'm The Offspring Of - You Know, Who I'm The Offspring Of - I Had A Few Hurdles To Get Through, No Doubt About It. But The Scales Never Tipped In The Other Direction Too Much.

How Many People Have A Family Grave In The Backyard? I'm Sure I'll End Up There, Or I'll Shrink My Head And Put It In A Glass Box In The Living Room. I'll Get More Tourists To Graceland That Way.

I Don't Deal Well With Admiration If It's For Something I Haven't Done. Other Than Exist.

I Live With The Things That I Love: Art, Furniture, And Objects That I Have Collected Throughout My Travels.

I Have A Lot Of Memories, But I Don't Go Into Capitalizing On That. Something's Got To Be My Own. I'm Not Doing The Record To Sit Here And Broadcast My Memories Of My Father.