After A While Of Getting Jerked Around,

As The Sun Sets, We've All Had Those Nights Where You Question Your Choices And Where Your Life Is Going.

At 15, I Knew Someone Whose Mother Cooked Macrobiotic, So I Persuaded My Mother To Go Macrobiotic With Me.

I Survived This Torture Which Left Me Paralyzed For Years. That's What That Night Was All About, Mutilation, More Than Violence Through Sex. I Really Do Feel As Though I Was Psychologically Mutilated That Night And Now I'm Trying To Put The Pieces Back Together Again. Through Love, Not Hatred. And Through My Music. My Strength Has Been To Open Again, To Life, And My Victory Is The Fact That, Despite It All, I Kept Alive My Vulnerability.

Being Able To Still Make Records Is A Privilege. I Don't Take It Casually.

In Life, Sometimes Everything Falls Into Place, And Sometimes Everything Just Falls To Pieces. The Key Is To Begin Creating With These Fallen Pieces. By Improvising, You'll Create Something Magical That Might Be The Best Thing You've Ever Accomplished