I Wore Nietzsche's Eyes. Now

I Am Searching For The Truth. Somewhere, It's In The Music.

Feminists Were Psyched That I Had Armpit Hair

I'm Accepting I'm Not Living That Younger, Dreamed Version Of Myself In The Big City.

But At The Age Of 44, I Sure Hope To Be A Better Businesswoman. I Want To Get The Music Straight To My Fans.

I Wanted To Be A Cheerleader, Like My Sister Was - All The Most Popular And Beautiful Girls Are Cheerleaders And I Wanted That, And It Demolished This Vision Of Myself. That's When I Found The Piano, When Music Saved Me; That's When I First Attempted To Write My Own Songs.